Nothing much happening since I last wrote. Steve phoned me about 11.30 last night, but he was travelling to a First Aid course in Dumfries (early start today), so he couldn't really talk. Then he phoned at 1am - just two rings, but when I phoned back it was going to answer phone, so I dunno what that was all about - probably just letting me know he'd got there safely.
I was talking to one of the care assistants today who used to work in drug rehab. She was saying that if he wants to get off the heroin he needs to get his methadone re-titrated - but I'm not sure he wants to get off the heroin. It seems like it is his main thing up there - the only thing he has to do.
On his days off, he doesn't even have the dog to go for a walk with - and he has no hobbies, so is it any wonder he drinks and takes drugs - it's all he knows.
That's why I'm now trying not to think about things at all, and just let what's going to happen happen. After all, if he decides he's staying up there and wasting his time with Lauren, I can console myself with thinking that I never wanted a junkie for a boyfriend anyway.
But what a waste.
