How can I share anything in common with a 26 year old waiting to go into rehab, who has poor impulse control (o.k that is one thing in common), a fairly violent record, a thoroughly chaotic life , several kids already ...and more issues than there are tissues in the world, who has no key for where he lives and who turns up at my door with a bottle of wine in one hand and a dead rabbit in the other.
I don't know but he's an amazing cook, is utterly gorgeous, and he makes me laugh. A lot.
Oh dear....it can't be........not again.......
