When Charles admitted he had an addiction to an opiate, my attendance at support group had lapsed.
Because the house was going on the market in the spring, every minute was needed to get the house in shape to sell. Chaos had moved back into our lives and my instincts were telling me we’d need the money from the home sale to help Charles although we didn’t yet know about the addiction. So far, we’d spent over $250k on wilderness, therapeutic boarding school and regular boarding school.
Once he said, “Mom, I think I need help, I’m addicted to opiates,” … Read more...
