So, told Stoney he had 'til Fri to either get help, or force my hand into going to Family Court.
Friday eve, I come home, we talk. It actually went well.
He got teary, I laid the cards on the table, we move on.
He knows what he needs to do, and collectively, we turn the page.
We will see.
In the meantime, the air is cleared. Good.
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