I just found out that my eldest step-son, Jr., plans to move back into our house within the next few days.
This is a serious problem for me. When he first moved down here in June it led to a downward spiral that landed me in the inpatient psych ward for active suicidal ideation. And that wasn’t his fault. I suck at change. His presence in our small home made me feel as though I couldn’t breathe. And he was only a few weeks clean from a heroin addiction, so hubby and I argued quite a bit about what the best way was to handle that.
The situation now is different. I still don’t feel comfortable leaving my valuables, or my meds, out of the safe. I pray that he won’t relapse, but I’m not going to make things easy for him if he does. He does work, but he doesn’t have a car and his driver’s license is still from Pennsylvania and still suspended. So driving one of our cars is not an option. He still is going to have to sleep on the couch, which means hubby and I cannot sit in the living room in the morning.
This is a real problem. I’m kind of at a loss right now.