I love you my son, but....

My older son, the one in the mire of addiction, has been calling me again wanting to know if we can get a place together, you know roomies.  LOL., My late husband gave me the perfect reply for certain situations.  He called them the arcs of life.  I am at a different arc, thank God, than I was when I was 23. So I shall call him today and tell him that we are at different arcs of life.  I like peace and quiet.  He likes liquor, woman and chaos and substances. Definitely different arcs. Kenny would be proud.  He never got along with Jason. He couldn't tolerate a liar especially when there was no need.  We were both recovering addicts and we understood what he was going through.  Yet he still chose to lie. I found most people lie simply because it's easier. That is why I am starting to enjoy this arc of life I am on now.  Little drama, no major, earthshaking tradgedies everyday. That is the arc for the 30 and under. I just turned 45 and I am actually loving it. Imagine that?