We talked about all the people that we've lost since coming into recovery due to the changes in ourselves. It's ironic that when I got better, able to say, "No", people disappeared. When I decided that I could no longer live up to the expectations of others but could live my own, life, some cease to call or visit. You'd think it would be the other way around. But no, the healthier I get the less apt old friends and acqaintance are to want to be around me. Thankfully, for every door that closes, a door opens.

One of my lost ones seems to be wanting to come back through the door. My ex wrote me and I read it before I went to work this morning. I'm kind of glad I didn't shut that door completely because Joey and I had so much history together. But there isn't much of a chance of us getting back together.

The child with the multiple personalities may be getting some help. I think Divine Providence is stepping in. His mother went running to the Department of Human Services for help and wound up getting herself backed into a corner. Their willing to help her to the fullest extent. They are forcing her to take responsibility for her actions or the children get taken- all four of them. I was right about my little guy. He was abused. It was all there in the records.