praying......

I am praying that J will accept the help.  He woke up on the couch this morning with the TV on, an empty bottle of beer on the table beside him, a messy kitchen and the van was missing from the driveway.  When he woke I he was in a surly mood.  Has been for the past week.  I asked him where the van was and he didn't remember at first and then said he left it at his friend's house (which is a few blocks away from us).  Then I told him of our appointment with him and his doctor and he got mad ~ said he doesn't want to go and wants to know why I am going too.  Doesn't want me there.  I told him he doesn't have a choice and said it wasn't my idea but the doctor's.  We need to talk about finances.  Of course now it's changed to get him to go to inpatient.  Sigh.  I didn't sleep very well last night - tossed and turned and tossed and turned - using that time to pray.  
I just talked to J now and he's not arguing about the doctor's appointment anymore.  
If all goes well, he will be starting inpatient on Wednesday.  I called the treatment center to get things rolling.....