H has remained friendly. Posting here because it’s taking all of my willpower not to go say something to him about how he’s obviously smoking pot right now. It smells. And that’s not something old H ever would have done. I really, really want to go say, Do you see yourself? This is not you. Please find a healthier way of coping. It hurts my heart to see this. I also really, really, want to tell his mom, because I know there’s no way she’d think this is normal. I know none of those things would do any good. But the urge is strong.
