Tonight I received a call from my kids dad.
After all the years away from him, it's amazing how sorry I can still feel for him.
For two years he has not worked and drank himself to a stupor. I know after visiting him for four and half years in prison, with his little children, I can not make things better for him and he has to make the changes that will give him a better life. Yet as he tells me he has know place to go, I still reach out to help him and offer him a bed at my home, though I know it will only help for the night, and the cycle will still continue. He declines to my husbands relief though I know he would accept here.
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