When we dropped off Nathanael for his first inpatient rehab at Hazelden Betty Ford in Plymouth, Minnesota, I turned to my husband in the Uber on our way back to the airport and said something along the lines of “I’m glad that’s over.” Like we would hop on the back of a unicorn and follow the rainbow home in six weeks’ time and Nathanael would be sober f…
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