Follow-up on last entry

I’ve finally taken the bull by the horns, as much as I could.  Yesterday, I found an old pill-taker thing for a week’s supply of pills.  I carefully read each bottle (and there were a LOT of them!) of my wife’s pills and sorted them into the boxes.  Then, I hid the remainder of the bottles.  She has promised that no matter how desperate she might get, she won’t try to find them, but I don’t really believe that.  I hate to say that, but what option has she given me but NOT to trust her, where meds are concerned?

She cried when she read the letter I posted yesterday.  I hate to sound cold-hearted, but good.  That was what I hoped would happen.  Drug abuse doesn’t play fair, so neither do I.  If one form of logic won’t get through, maybe another will.  I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, in case that letter didn’t help, too, in the long run.

We’ll be okay.  I’m not giving us any other option.  For some reason, I, Jack, have found my way out again, and I’m doing my best to hold on to the reins. 

Love to everyone,

Jack