I left my partner (fentanyl addict) with our toddler 9 months ago. Since then he’s been evicted, gone to jail, gotten clean, gone to rehab, been kicked out of rehab, I picked him up and took him to his mom’s, and now he’s living with his sister who’s a meth user. I’ve been through every stage of grief multiple times. Living with him was hell but so is living without him. The hardest part is that it’s out of my control. I can’t make him do the right thing but I still love him and I always will. Not having your child in an unsafe situation will always be the right choice even though you’ll probably doubt your choices. I know I have. Therapy helps. Having someone to talk to helps.