Sunday, January 6, 2008
Since last week I have been trying to help a friend with a gambling addiction.
I have taken his cash and his bank cards. I have held his money hostage in my front pocket.
This is very trying. I don't need this... oh, god. It is so wearing...
But tonight he made a phone call, the usual "first step" which I've found myself making over and over as the years go by. So I'm not calling the kettle black, ya know? It's just tiring to think about another person in this way, to be a "mom" all over again.
Wish me luck.
I bloody well need it, to take care of myself AND a friend.