So so much on my mind.
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Its parole time for the jailbird again, which means there is a strong possibility he will be going *somewhere*. THe boy can't stop smoking pot. To be fair he has crohn's disease, and weed is really the only thing that helps.
So now it's September, so his PO is due around any day. So if he pisses hot again, he's either going to a halfway house til November or rehab for 28 days. Gahhhhh. So there's that to deal with. Anytime I see him now could be the last time for awhile. I try not to bring it up around him but it's definitely bothering me. I don't know which is worse, the fact that he's going, the fact that he's so fucking stubborn about smoking weed, or the fact that I'm probably gonna wait for him regardless. Unless he flat out tells me not to, which I don't see happening.
Why does the perfect guy for me have to be a convicted felon?
Anyway, besides that, it's the same BS, different day. I work and chase happiness in any form.
Particularly the one that 5'10" 165lb with blue eyes and crazy amateur tatts.
Sigh.
