I am attached to our home, my health, family and friendships, all of which are temporary and the loss of which is inevitable too. And thus too is suffering. I suffered greatly living in my own home with an inconsiderate and disrespectful presence, yet I suffer too in his absence, aware of the short-sighted impulse-driven nature of his actions and the consequences they will have. Neither behaviors were within my control, neither were mine to manage beyond my tolerance and acceptance of his presence, and now the thought I put into it is anticipating any fallout of his actions from afar. This is all his own path, his own choice, his own opportunity. My suffering is my thoughts of worry, care and concern for his well being. I spent a lifetime, his, protecting him by default, to a fault, and this experience has to be his to navigate if he is to learn and grow. I need to stop looking down his road and realign with my own. Showing and setting firm boundaries of what I accept and expect from others in consideration of what I give of myself. I must protect my own dignity and integrity while never again affording anyone abusing it the access to continue doing so.