That stage was a hard one for me. At first I made it worse by trying to call him all the time. As time went by, I got alot better. He got worse. Me or my kids wouldn't see him for weeks at a time. When we saw him he looked terrible. He had gotten so thin and he isn't a big guy anyway but he looked like a skeleton. His eyes had no emotion in them. This was hard to look at.
I finally got it and stopped calling him. What ever happened I handled it. I let him spin away and hit bottom by himself. The best thing is to detach, detach, detach! Get out an GAL the best you can. Do for yourself and try to find the peace in yourself.
