I know I am insane fighting with a fifteen year old addict. It was ugly, I was ugly. I did manage to rein myself in before it got worse. All sorts of f bombs, he took off. I don't care. His dad is out of town(my other addict).
He has been traveling for work for a year or longer. He is home on weekends and during the winter. I never wanted to be the only one with his son because his son doesn't cooperate with anyone. When he went with dad, dad got mad and brought him back to me(so stepsons po could have a handle on him) ha!
 This weekend hubby goes to washington to pick up his daughter for the week and is leaving me with stepson. I hope I have the courage to tell hubby you need to take him with you. I have to work and he is your son.

Oh I called about the apartment I looked at and she is sending me a new application. She told me she is holding the apt for me. I never asked her to do that but I am going to get it, if I can. I can pay the rent even if I don't leave until August. I don't like who I am when I get caught in the storm. I need a peaceful place to go. I am not even sad about it anymore, just want to  breathe.
f2f meeting on sunday for me, can't wait.