Well, tonight we were supposed to be taking the youngest and his fiancee out to dinner to celebrate their engagement. We couldn’t go to the engagement party as it was at his ex’s and I believe I wasn’t invited. He is not allowed to drive and the kids said they could get him a ride. I was really looking forward to celebrating this moment in family life. I was reflecting while I was at work how lucky I was. I never had children of my own and I have come to love his two and believe they love me. I never thought I would have a moment like this. We had made reservations at a very nice restaurant. I wore my new Calvin Klein outfit – beige and white sheath with gold accents and a subtle gold shimmer shrug. Ok, I had on the ugly shoes. But I did feel nice. My manager told me she loved the dress and I looked thin in it. Ironically, I am down to the same weight I was when my father died and he went to jail 12 years ago. Funny what time does to bodies. Then, everyone was worried about how thin and drawn I looked. He used to worry when I visited him in jail that I looked like a junkie because I was drawn. 12 years forward and I have middle age splodge at the same weight.
I have been thinking he was off again for a few weeks. Not in a big way but just enough. He sounded wrong this afternoon on the phone and I didn’t want to believe that he would do something on such an important night. Swore when I got in that all was OK. I was going along with it until I asked him for change for the restaurant tip. I had given him a twenty last Friday for a hair cut he didn’t get, plus he had some more cash in case he needed to come pick me up at work. Tonight he had $11 dollars. I texted son and fiancee that dinner was cancelled, cancelled the restaurant too. In the old days, I would have gone along with it. I texted his sister and asked for help. Specifically I told her he had been drinking again; I believe probation will come either tonight or tomorrow and he will breath positive. He is not allowed to drink on probation and I have an order of protection that he can’t drink when he’s with me. Almost three years ago we had a stay away order which I didn’t want. If he violates, that goes back into effect. I didn’t want it then and I don’t want it now. I am NOT a victim. As usual, sis has not come through. When this stuff happens, he’s not her family, he’s mine.
I have learned that it’s useless to talk to him when he’s like this but this time I have taped some of it. I missed the truly nasty bits. He is saying he doesn’t care and when he is straight he says that is the problem, he doesn’t care when he drinks. He has come so far to have this slip up. We have been having fun and doing things together.
I am in much worse condition now than when this whole mess started. He literally helps me out of the bath at night. He ties my shoes for me. He helps me come home from work when it’s late or hot or I am too fatigued. We have been making a beautiful garden. This week he had to put my hair up for me because I was too weak. He liked my Paint Night painting. We laughed I am better than a first grader in art but not a fifth grader.
I can’t and won’t go back to the way we used to live. I literally had to take my pocketbook into the bathroom with me if I got up in the middle of the night.
I have taken the weekend, Friday and Monday off. This costs me as I am a consultant and don’t get paid. We were going to redo my home office and had bought the paint. We bought a new TV that could be used in here too. Obviously, it’s not going to happen.
And I am devastated and heartbroken. Not eating, so will go below my “junkie” weight. Last time he was arrested, I lost 6 pounds in two days. Guess I’ll do what I usually do to medicate myself – read novels, write and make things but no bubble baths. I hate being resilient but guess it’s what saves me all the time.