chuckjaywalk wrote:My son turns 3 on the 16th. It marks a year since I saw him last and I don't know when I will see him again. He lives halfway across the country and I can't go. I get to Skype with him Monday, which I'm sure will leave me catatonic, but I am trying not to get anxious beforehand. I love him so much, more than I love anything or anyone else in the world, but he is a thorn in my heart, a daily reminder of who I am. Of my failings, of my weakness, of the monstrosity I have inflicted on everyone around me. I love him and it hurts.


That's heart wrenching, man. I hope you have a good Skype call and remember that time can change things.
PanicProne: You too, man. I've lost two friends to drugs and one to suicide. As much as it sucks, it's really not your fault, however sad it might be. All you can do is try to help. Nothing else.