I took my husband to rehab today, straight from the hospital. I was tough on him, as everyone keeps telling me to be. If he doesn't complete rehab I have to put him out of mine and my children's lives. Why do I feel so strange? Guilty? I have never been away from him, not for long periods of time. The days are ok, my children and work occupy that. The nights are hard. I don't want to be alone, but I know I have to do this. If I don't stick to it..he won't either. He will come home and all will be fine for a while and then the drinking will start again. I don't know if anyone has ever done this, but the last few months I have be "practicing" being a widow...sounds strange, but I feel if he doesn't get better that's what I'm gonna end up being....not that I want to be.
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