Making hard decisions has always brought me down in a major way. I am trying to hold on to the faith that I will make it out of a situation that I got into by helping someone. It’s been three months and no good has come of the help that I have offered to him. He has made no proper changes to make his life better. I feel like I could get stuck in a tough situation if I don’t stop helping and toss him on the street.
I asked his mom to take him back in but she refuses. I have a soft heart that seems to be getting walked on. In four days I need to make a tough decision that I hope I can live with. During these hard days, I feel it would be terrible to even begin this process. But in the end, it could be me that ends up on the street.