Easter

What a beautiful weekend, my son looked so good, healthy, he had clarity Nd he was thrilled to see his twin sister. The morning we were leaving I recieved a call from the owner of the sober living which sent a chill up my spin. Of course I was on the plane with the sick feeling in my stomach. I sent my son a text telling him I got the call and was there something he needed to tell me. When I landed he said it had to do with the rent blah, blah. We had a lovely time, we laughed, went to the beach, great restaurants, Sean went to his meetings. We took him on some interviews. Really beautiful and we all enjoyed our time. I asked him did he have the money for his rent, looked me in the ye and said yes, we took him to the bank so he could transfer the money. Tuesday hated to save but we did. Wednesday, the call he didnt pay all of the rent and told some cockamamie story. Ok, signal lies again why? When spoke to Sean about this the circle of blah, blah. When do the lies ever end, I explained to him that this is why Michael is handling his money because he doesnt have the know how yet, and in time he will. It just seems I take two steps forward and one step back. So I take deep breaths , my husband goes balistic. He loathes lying more than anything. So I pray and hope that my son will stay focused.