I doubt he is happy. You did great it sounds.

Brad


At 10:22 AM 1/26/2006 -0500, you wrote:
>Hey Guys,
>         No biggy here, I hope, but Chris is supposed to be coming over for
>dinner tonight.  We've planned it so that he will probably be here
>for less than three hours.  We're having spaghetti, his
>favorite.  I'm not expecting any fireworks, but you never
>know.  Please just pray for a peaceful time as another step toward
>reconciliation.  After dinner, Greg will take him back to Nicki's family.
>         Chris came by around 11:00 pm this last Monday to pick up his
>replacement drivers license.  I was the only one up.  We talked for a
>few minutes while someone, probably someone from the Marone family,
>waited for him out in the car.   I think that  our conversation  went
>well or as least as good as can be expected under the
>circumstances.  He said that he hates living at the Marones and he's
>hoping to move out soon.  He hopes to get a loan from the bank so
>that he can get a car soon.  I used to be shocked at those kinds of
>statements, but I realize now that they are made, either to try to
>get a rise out of me or they are just his wishful, unrealistic
>thoughts expressed aloud.  They are so much easier to here now that
>he is so little a part of our lives.  He is just so messed up.  I
>hugged him goodbye.  He apologized for smelling like smoke.  Maybe
>it's wishful thinking on my part, but I just can't believe that he's happy.
>Kathy

Brad

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