My son is a drug addict and a thief and a liar. I still love him but can't enable his lifestyle. I don't usually wallow in my grief but I never think of him without shedding a tear and wishing it could be different. Right now he is in jail again. I have been disappointed and heartbroken over this for years.

But life goes on and so do I. When AllanC visited me a few months ago he asked when was the happiest time of my life. I honestly answered - "Now". I have all that I want and need. I am happy with who I am and where I am. I have a home that feels right. If I had someone to share it with, that would be even better - maybe.

The solution to a broken heart is to go on. Time heals.