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I called Al-Anon.
In tears.
Ugly, snotty, gasping for air type ass tears.
The lady on the other end of the line was patient as I struggled to ask for where the meetings be at.
Knowing good, damned well I could have probably Googled the time and locations myself.
But I just needed somebody to hear me.
I needed someone to hear my pain and understand.
I really wanted her to give me all of the solutions that had worked for other people.
The ingredients to the magic potion.
Or the words to the prayer.
That makes a loved one stop using and abusing drugs.
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