Rehab, Suicide, and a Kitty

Oh how exciting these past few days have been!

Everett did decide to move back in with me and I’m pretty happy about it. The first night he went shopping with Jasmine and I had the thought of inviting her to have dinner with us. Although I’m not a big fan of hers I understand that she is still very important to him and he needs to feel that everyone in his life is welcome at a place he calls home.

I had paid for dinner and was getting drinks when apparently she made the comment that I was creepy because I tickle his head when we’re relaxing. She literally said that I was creepy, and I’m not at all happy about it.

That night Everett slept on the couch and tossed and turned, the next day he confessed to me how badly he wanted to come into my bedroom and cuddle. I explained that he was welcome to do so.

Then Aubrey and I had a few words because she wants to move to another county to live with a friend and get clean. I told her that she can’t run away from the drugs and that if she doesn’t trust herself not to go hunting for them, that she needs to go to rehab. Because none of her friends are going to be able to keep her from the drug if that’s what she wants.

The next day Aubrey decided to go into rehab, but I haven’t heard anything as far as follow through. I believe, it may have just been an attempt for attention.

Speaking of attention. The second nigh after Everett had moved out, he was going to spend the night with Mark. Once Jasmine found out she threatened to kill herself unless he came back to take care of her. He called me for advice and I told him to call the police. He did. She is now doomed to having sleepovers with her mother for a little while, and the consequence? She was told to take a month off of work and mommy would pay for everything.

Last night we went to get Everett’s cat, Lucky, and they both decided to cuddle up with me in my bed. I had the best sleep that I’ve had in a long time. It felt very good to wake up next to somebody for a change.