I can only hope that the end justifes the means. I’ll sleep tonight, for the first time in over a week, in my own bed. I used to wake at the sound of Tommy coming home. It was an annoying comfort to know he was back, safe, sheltered and hopefully, felt all of that and love as well. I will miss that so much, it has played a role in our return timeline. I have been dreading it. The sequence of events leading to his moving out will likely be a trauma for us both for a lifetime to come. I vascilate between a loss of hope and a release of angst. As I told a friend last week, this is harder than the divorce, or Linda’s death. It’s a degree of “Tough Love” and firm boundaries he had never faced and I never set. He may hate us for the rest of our lives, but this may be the most pivotal moment of his own. He will only grow, through this, without me. A dinner conversation reminded me of Boulder Insights, and how my best intentions and efforts matter more than anything. I’m but a key figure in his own story, as he is in mine. This was all going to happen, because it has.