Thanks to all who commented on my post yesterday. It was wonderful to know I had friends thinking of me and sending good thoughts.

One day at a time, and we are on day two of this chaos. I don't know where AH spent the night, but he called me this morning, with a half-hearted apology. That's when I told him there was a warrant for his arrest. We talked, argued some more, I told him I couldn't live with his out of control behaviours (Thank you Jerry for that phrase, it was exactly correct). He asked if this meant we were getting divorced, I told him I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, I could only deal with today. If he got into a program, that would be a good first step. He said he would and he would do it himself.

Then he went and turned himself into the local police. They drove him 12 miles to the district court where he was arraigned and released. They did not drive him back after the arraignment. I know this because he texted his brother with a woe is me story (no coat, no money, no way back to his car - all because he broke a window. LOL - seriously he wrote LOL in the text). His brother called me and was furious. Furious that AH would just try to laugh the whole thing off, and not once say, gee maybe some little bit of this is my fault, because of my crazy behavior.

So he has a no contact order and cannot come home until after his next court date in 2 1/2 weeks. I never thought this would be the outcome of me calling the police. I'm happy to see that the laws in this state are very strong in protecting woman against domestic violence. If I had known this would be the outcome, I'm not sure I would have made the call. Anyway, what is done is done. And now we deal with the fallout.

He then texted me, with a big long story, basically insinuating that I am crazy for doing this, and even the police who drove him to the court house agree they've never heard such a crazy story. I texted back to say, "Get yourself into a program and then you can come home. I love you and want you to be well" He has people left and right who just want to help him get well, and he refuses to see that. He texted me back a while later to ask for his psychiatrist's phone number, because he can't find it. I'm sure he's just playing with me now, he has an iPhone that does everything for him. I'm sure Siri could find that number if he really wanted it. But like a good co-dependant, I hemmed and hawed and then sent him the number. I know, I'm crazy too.

I am tired of obsessing about this, I'm tired of the games and the insanity, so I just went around the house with a broom and dustpan, cleaning up the shattered glass from yesterday's broken window. It felt good to do something simple and productive. Next I will think about dinner and eating a healthy meal.

Hugs