Bad to really bad...

MB has been admitted into a hospital in Reno. I'm drained. I just spent the last 2 hours "talking him off the ledge."

Lord, please help him. Help us. Help me.

I have a counsling apt. set for myself next week. I can't do this by myself. I may be strong and stubborn, but even superman cried.

Now I gotta go....I promised to take the girls to the movies to see The Santa Claus 3.

My life feels surreal, but I'll be fine. God doesn't give me more than I can handle. I can handle this.

UPDATE: I've talked with MB an hour ago (it's now 8pm on Monday) he is still waiting. I know why. They are waiting for his blood alcohol level to go down. When he first came in they tested him and it was .3

Did you get that? That's almost 4 times over the legal limit. How in the hell can he function like that? I guess that he will be in the ER for the rest of the night. They took his keys, wallet and a big knife. Yes, he was carrying a knife. I didn't know that. At least it wasn't a gun. Last night he told me that he had gone to Reno to purchase a gun. You have to wait in CA, but not in NV.

I'm going to Reno tomorrow to take him some clothes and stuff. I guess he didn't pack anything when he left yesterday. Luckily I have a day off tomorrow, but Wednesday I start another trip. I need to call in my friends for help. I don't want to leave the girls on their own overnight.