Its been 10 days since I've heard from Danny...at all. After receiving upwards of 75 texts and voice mails/day for almost 2 mo. it is disturbing to me. I know how totally obsessed he is with talking to me. No one has let me know he is ok, and I'm worried. But I won't call, lest I be accused of contacting him first and making it harder for his family.
Three weeks ago, my resistance and strength gave out. His daily pleading with me to see him, combined with my own just plain loving and missing him...I went to he and his mom's house. We spent the afternoon napping together, laughing and talking. It felt wonderful for us both. However, it probably was not a wise choice. I know his immediate family didn't like it, although of course no one called and told me that. Truth be told, my view at the time was that we are adults, and I would deal with any consequences. Being kept apart will not change how I feel...in fact will make me more apt to keep tabs on his welfare. Anyway, my suspicion is that his cell was either hidden or taken away so that we can not talk. Like he is a little kid...something I know people with brain injuries detest. I can't imagine for the life of me why else the calls would abruptly stop. Oh I know...he has little impulse control and inhibition, and it is a fact that his out of control behavior caused me to have to legally remove him from my home...but it had to be done that way because he doesn't listen or comprehend when enough is enough and no means no.
Perhaps it is better for us both that all contact has ceased. Its just that my love for him hasn't died in the least, and although the constant ringing and beeping of my cell was annoying, I at least knew how he was doing...that he was getting on ok. Now I'm actually angry, because knowing him as I do, I know there is something else going on.
I hope he knows that I will never stop loving him, praying for him...praying for a miracle in his life...
