It was a painful few days for me. One night I found myself melting into a puddle of despair and tears on the living room floor. I needed to have a good cry.
Eventually (with the help of fantastic friends), I came to terms with the fact that it was okay for me to have boundaries and to detach, no matter what Pete said to me or how he responded. I was prepared to have this thing go unresolved, to disagree indefinitely. In my mind that meant more detaching, more protecting, more distance.
Before Pete left town he had another relapse. A day of discouragement and apathy. But his binge left him feeling sick, and humble and he took his time alone for a chance to get right with God. And me. When he returned we sat on the couch and he talked. He apologized. He was vulnerable. He articulated thoughts that gave me understanding, but he also validated me. It wasn't manipulative, it wasn't coercive. It was as if I could see his soul.
I feel so blessed that things took this turn. I know that it doesn't always work that way. Sometimes when we turn our will over to the Lord, things unfold just the way we hoped they would. But sometimes they don't. Sometimes the Lord has a different plan.
Regardless, I know that this whole addiction bit is like an onion, peeling away layer after complicated layer. I'm grateful that Pete is peeling away with me for now. Because man it reeks and stings.