I can't stop crying due to some parallels between the death of his David, and my husband David. The hurt they both experienced is so similar. And there was nothing I could do. Before we married, I said I didn't want to make an ultimatum, but I couldn't live in a house with illegal substances. Some of his friends and mine thought I caused his death because cocaine and marijuana is less dangerous in many ways than alcohol. Mario's post brought so much of that back. You don't need to reply, I just needed to put it down.
I'm so grateful there is a safe place to say these things. I'm signing off now because I'm so scared I am right. Thank you for listening.
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