He’s a crazy drug/alcoholic/manic addict crazy man. And I see the good person under all the BS. With no where to stay or go I brought him to family dinner on T-Giving Day. My family loved on him, fed him. BF was awesome, had to pick him up from the hospital that morning and scrape him off to look presentable. Crazy stuff. He fell asleep on the couch as mom played the piano. Brought him home with me and he slept for 15 hours. I woke up to find him in the kitchen trying to cook me breakfast. I think that was the sweetest gesture I’ve ever seen…