I dropped my son's clothes off at his new rehab yesterday. The first thing I heard was a man berating a young woman about why she needed to go to the doctor. I heard kidney infection, you better not come back here with something in your system you didn't go for, why are you crying, what do you want me to do cry with you? Then a whistle......exercise time, exercise time, exercise come. Get in here now, now, now!
I'm thinking that he might have been happier to stay in jail. The mommy in me hated to hear all that, the recovering enabler grinned just a tiny bit as I walked out.
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