
I *KNOW* this feeling but, alas, he found real drugs that fogged his brain. Now my problem is cutting that connection from my side, like an umbilical that won't let me go. I know this feeling and I miss it being reciprocated...
----- could someone turn the world back over, I'm getting dizzy!
I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!

The title and imagery are quite purposeful here Rene, what's worse, the junkie hooked on drugs....or the junkie hooked on love?
In my experience, the latter. Clinging on to love long after the facts have shown it's death.
Mos.

The love connection still exists between the two of us; I just couldn't live that way anylonger. His discovery of meth came after 17 years of bliss, in the volunteer fire department of all places! Being as I am raising my grandson I refused to put him through that kind of life and now that I, myself, am out of it I refuse to live that way again too. It is a catch 22 situation where when he gets high, I can't sleep. I don't feel his high but I feel the bad effects of him coming down. Now how screwed up is that ?
----- could someone turn the world back over, I'm getting dizzy!
I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!