I got a good nights sleep. Prayed, meditated, and stretched. I knew it would be rough…me feeling like I failed my hubby, him resisting going back….I wasn’t even close to how bad it would get.

I planned to take my lunch breaks to transport him . Cool. I call. He doesn’t answer. I start my tears and prayers on the 30 minute drive home. Surprisingly I get home he is on the porch ready to go. Great.

We pull into the treatment center. Complaints, consternation, cussing…I stay quiet. Any wrong move I know will set him off….I gather his things and head into the center…he finally gets out of the car, rumblings and mumblings….then he gut punches me with the most awful cruel comment that took the wind out of me….MEAN GIRL Tameka almost snapped fool…but I took some deep breaths and checked him.

We get inside, I’m at the wrong treatment center🤦🏾‍♀️

We make it in time to the correct center, he was so upset he was sick 🤮

He settles in and I go see his nurse. I cried for 30 minutes straight. I feel like a failure, I am trying my best, etc. etc.

He makes it through treatment. Everything was cool.

Today was gym day. My mood was foul, negative. My cousin calls and says, she was on her way. I made excuses that DT was going to treatment. She accompanies to the the gym. The coaches were in raw form. They killed us 🏋🏾‍♀️. It was a hard workout but my cousin reiterated how I felt…working out gets me out of my head.

5 hours later my cousin and I ended up having an amazing day….and she told me exactly what my daughter told me. DT is used to being independent and getting what he wants…he is direct, stubborn, and kind of zesty…but he has always been like that. My kid says I can count on him to be him.