Not the way I thought the day would turn out
So. This morning, driving to work, I decided come here to post a good-bye message, thanking all of you for your support and telling you things had stabilized so that I no longer needed the outlet of the blog.
An hour later, I got a call. A terrible call.
He's going to jail, and maybe even to prison. He got caught breaking into an apartment where he had been staying, an apartment which was then locked, to get his own stuff. Technically, it's breaking and entering. Technically, it's a felony. Technically, it means his "diversions" status will be revoked and he will go to prison for the full sentence he would have served last summer if we had never gotten him out and gotten him into rehab and into the diversions program.
Technically, it's a crying shame he will go to prison for something so small—he had permission to live there, for chrissake—when he's done so well for so long—heroin-free for a full year now. Technically, there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
And technically, this absolutely Breaks. My. Heart.