Here we go again. I had to call the police last night to get you to leave the house after a two-day binge. Marlie sat here and argued with you, the police tried to tell me you needed more treatment. At last you left on foot with your sleeping bag.
The bull headedness, just refusing to listing to anyone. Just want to stay here. It was just a slip.
But you don't believe in slips and neither do I.
Because I sent you out to work in the van.
Part of the process, you said. Well the process is going to keep going until you are in jail, dead or we're divorced.
The only options I have if you refuse to cooperate is to get you arrested and charge you with stealing money from our business account -- my account -- or let them search your van for paraphenalia, or claim I'm afraid of you - which I am -- or divorce you.
Which would you prefer? Or go to rehab. Or just go away.
Marlie asked me last night in the meeting "How do you feel?" I had to say I don't. I don't feel. I just have to keep working and keep solving the huge problems. It's like that reality show where the big floaties keep coming and the people have their vision and breathing obstructed with swim mask and fins keep them off kilter, stumbling and trying to avoid tripping. Eventually, most of them fall.
The kids are suffering. I'm suffering. You are too. Please please stop.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Post Rehab
Oohhh, no. Not again. After 7 weeks of detox and rehab, and a week of halfway house, only 90 days sober and you're gone. Not able to answer the phone, not calling in all day, not coming home from work.
I know you've called customers so the phone works. But you will not pick up my calls or call me. Because you can't or I'd know. What I don't want to know.
I told you the other day if you went back out I'd just go bankrupt, sell everything, leave and go live in Oklahoma near my family. I don't really think I will because I would probably have to leave a couple children here and they don't deserve that. But this is so bad. To think of all the time, money, tears spent helping you get sober and you're gone again.
This is going to hurt you a lot more than you realize.
Probably me too.
I know you've called customers so the phone works. But you will not pick up my calls or call me. Because you can't or I'd know. What I don't want to know.
I told you the other day if you went back out I'd just go bankrupt, sell everything, leave and go live in Oklahoma near my family. I don't really think I will because I would probably have to leave a couple children here and they don't deserve that. But this is so bad. To think of all the time, money, tears spent helping you get sober and you're gone again.
This is going to hurt you a lot more than you realize.
Probably me too.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Crunch Time
It's the last week of this 6 week program for you. AHHH!!!
All the phone calls begging me to let you come home, trying with everything you can think of to make me do what you want.
You want your phone, your truck, back in the house. You promise you'll fix everything, clean up the yard, garage, spend time with me. You want a ride to meetings, a date, food, to sleep in your own bed. Of course!
All those are great things. But trying manipulation, lying, anger and threatening me with divorce if I don't do what you want tell me that I'm no where near seeing what I'm wanting to see in your life yet.
I am pretty sure that it's not my job to find you a place to go and handle it all for you. And I know that as a co-dependent I cannot pay your bills, give you money or support bad behavior in any way.
And that I am very very weak where you are concerned. You can turn and twist my thinking around in 10 minutes, to where I doubt my previous conclusions, reached through prayer and counsel with spiritually mature, recovering believers who want the best for you also.
My worst time last night after all the things you said, feeling torn and guilty and afraid, was dissipated like fog as the sun came up in the morning. Suddenly I realized that clarity had come.
My sponsor's words, the deep care in her eyes and my admitting I was nearly helpless to withstand your accusations and pleading. I saw that I had been expecting (!) that you would make the right choices for yourself in going on to an after care, long term rehab or that your counselor could persuade you to do it. But really, nothing short of me saying "You cannot come home" will cause you to choose recovery. Otherwise, you'll come back home. And as my sponsor said, "You'll be signing his death warrant." When it is put to me that way, I can see that I would be selfish and not accomplish the goal of seeing you sober, happy and home. It's too soon. She advised me not to talk to you any more about this, so that I am not manipulated and torn apart needlessly. I can't quite do that yet but I'm almost there.
When you accused me last night of me not being together with you on recovery, that was such a lie.
Like I told you, I'm still here. Taking care of your children, your home, your business, without your help. Just like I've been doing for many years.
Every time I get sad and am temped to long for you to be near me, help me, be in bed when I wake up, I remember so clearly the hundreds of times I wanted that and you weren't here then either. Better to be gone to rehab than gone using.
And best of all, my truck is in the driveway where I left it! And the fuel is still in the tank!!
All the phone calls begging me to let you come home, trying with everything you can think of to make me do what you want.
You want your phone, your truck, back in the house. You promise you'll fix everything, clean up the yard, garage, spend time with me. You want a ride to meetings, a date, food, to sleep in your own bed. Of course!
All those are great things. But trying manipulation, lying, anger and threatening me with divorce if I don't do what you want tell me that I'm no where near seeing what I'm wanting to see in your life yet.
I am pretty sure that it's not my job to find you a place to go and handle it all for you. And I know that as a co-dependent I cannot pay your bills, give you money or support bad behavior in any way.
And that I am very very weak where you are concerned. You can turn and twist my thinking around in 10 minutes, to where I doubt my previous conclusions, reached through prayer and counsel with spiritually mature, recovering believers who want the best for you also.
My worst time last night after all the things you said, feeling torn and guilty and afraid, was dissipated like fog as the sun came up in the morning. Suddenly I realized that clarity had come.
My sponsor's words, the deep care in her eyes and my admitting I was nearly helpless to withstand your accusations and pleading. I saw that I had been expecting (!) that you would make the right choices for yourself in going on to an after care, long term rehab or that your counselor could persuade you to do it. But really, nothing short of me saying "You cannot come home" will cause you to choose recovery. Otherwise, you'll come back home. And as my sponsor said, "You'll be signing his death warrant." When it is put to me that way, I can see that I would be selfish and not accomplish the goal of seeing you sober, happy and home. It's too soon. She advised me not to talk to you any more about this, so that I am not manipulated and torn apart needlessly. I can't quite do that yet but I'm almost there.
When you accused me last night of me not being together with you on recovery, that was such a lie.
Like I told you, I'm still here. Taking care of your children, your home, your business, without your help. Just like I've been doing for many years.
Every time I get sad and am temped to long for you to be near me, help me, be in bed when I wake up, I remember so clearly the hundreds of times I wanted that and you weren't here then either. Better to be gone to rehab than gone using.
And best of all, my truck is in the driveway where I left it! And the fuel is still in the tank!!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Lies, lies
To You,
Well, I have to hand it to you. Addicts are so cunning. If you say something horrible and it gets back to me like what you said Friday night -- you just say "I didn't say that." 2 witnesses -- "they're wrong". And, then you just ignore what I said and assert that you will be home in 2 weeks to fix the toilet, the mower, etc.
or NOT.
LIke I said, I will not be there to pick you up. Find a ride to your next stop on the recovery-go-round. It is not going to be here.
I have too much at stake -- the thought of you mucking around in my vehicles using my gas, waking me up, doing whatever and expecting me to pay for it -- no no no.
Talk to the hand!
NO!
But you just keep right on.
Fortunately, I know how to get rid of you if you won't take yourself off. I guess I don't need to obsess yet, I have not quite 2 weeks.
Constant feeling of anxiety most of the day until I realized that it might not be me -- maybe I'm feeling your anxiety. You did have a migraine, you said. Withdrawal from caffeine, cigars, cocaine all in 6 weeks? It usually just makes you squirrely. Glad I'm not there to experience the drama.
Not so in like with you right now.
From Me.
Well, I have to hand it to you. Addicts are so cunning. If you say something horrible and it gets back to me like what you said Friday night -- you just say "I didn't say that." 2 witnesses -- "they're wrong". And, then you just ignore what I said and assert that you will be home in 2 weeks to fix the toilet, the mower, etc.
or NOT.
LIke I said, I will not be there to pick you up. Find a ride to your next stop on the recovery-go-round. It is not going to be here.
I have too much at stake -- the thought of you mucking around in my vehicles using my gas, waking me up, doing whatever and expecting me to pay for it -- no no no.
Talk to the hand!
NO!
But you just keep right on.
Fortunately, I know how to get rid of you if you won't take yourself off. I guess I don't need to obsess yet, I have not quite 2 weeks.
Constant feeling of anxiety most of the day until I realized that it might not be me -- maybe I'm feeling your anxiety. You did have a migraine, you said. Withdrawal from caffeine, cigars, cocaine all in 6 weeks? It usually just makes you squirrely. Glad I'm not there to experience the drama.
Not so in like with you right now.
From Me.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Not doing so well?
To You,
I had a bad report this morning from a couple people who talked with you last night. It makes me sad to hear that they don't think you're doing as well as you say you are. It really does no good to put on a good front for me and then really be just as angry and negative as always. So you have no respect for the program you're in, the counselors don't do a good job, the meetings are not so good always, the people are annoying, the food is bad, you can't sleep. This is nothing new.
But what really got me was your comment - -you didn't realize that I'm her sponsor. She was truly troubled all night wondering if she should say something or if it would be breaking anonymity. I told her no, I had already heard it from someone else, and that she's not his sponsor, it wasn't in a meeting, it was outside where more than one person heard what you said.
And if that's your attitude, maybe you will be thumbing it to wherever you are going next, because I'm not coming to give you a ride home, that's for sure.
You've got two more weeks there. Use it. Or lose it.
Sadly
Me
I had a bad report this morning from a couple people who talked with you last night. It makes me sad to hear that they don't think you're doing as well as you say you are. It really does no good to put on a good front for me and then really be just as angry and negative as always. So you have no respect for the program you're in, the counselors don't do a good job, the meetings are not so good always, the people are annoying, the food is bad, you can't sleep. This is nothing new.
But what really got me was your comment - -you didn't realize that I'm her sponsor. She was truly troubled all night wondering if she should say something or if it would be breaking anonymity. I told her no, I had already heard it from someone else, and that she's not his sponsor, it wasn't in a meeting, it was outside where more than one person heard what you said.
And if that's your attitude, maybe you will be thumbing it to wherever you are going next, because I'm not coming to give you a ride home, that's for sure.
You've got two more weeks there. Use it. Or lose it.
Sadly
Me
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Finding a meeting
I found the recovery meetings by looking in the library for books on addiction. I found "How Al-Anon Works: for families and friends of Alcoholics." I read it through. Twice. And thought: They've definitely got something here, but I'm not understanding how this applies to me.
So I went to a local Co-Anon meeting, for families and friends of cocaine addicts. I stayed for 6 years, learning about the 12 steps and traditions, and learning how to help others.
Then we began Celebrate Recovery at our church, and I jumped in to help with the co-dependent meetings, worked the 12 step study (a one-year course) a few times, and continue to do that today.
I strongly urge anyone with a loved one using or drinking, to get help for yourself. The help is there -- you just have to reach out and take it.
So I went to a local Co-Anon meeting, for families and friends of cocaine addicts. I stayed for 6 years, learning about the 12 steps and traditions, and learning how to help others.
Then we began Celebrate Recovery at our church, and I jumped in to help with the co-dependent meetings, worked the 12 step study (a one-year course) a few times, and continue to do that today.
I strongly urge anyone with a loved one using or drinking, to get help for yourself. The help is there -- you just have to reach out and take it.
Back to You
May 17
To You:
I am wondering what you want to talk to me about that you find interesting in my letters. Maybe you could talk now or write back instead of just talking about your cleaning jobs and stuff. I do appreciate that you are not complaining constantly about things that are not to your liking.
I’m sure if I couldn’t sleep due to your snoring it would be bad (this does not take too much imagination). As it is I wake up at 2:30 – 3:30 and sometimes can’t sleep, but I’m doing better at not starting to think about the problems I’m facing. They don’t tend to get solved then!
Ps. 91 is the only cure for it if I start thinking . . . three times through repeating it from memory and I’m asleep. I picture myself in the palm of God’s hand, like those pictures of tiny preemie babies being cupped in a man’s hand. Just cradled, and protected and safe.
It was great to see you today – I’m glad our son came to see you too. I wondered why you didn’t try to talk to him more – but you don’t seem to know what to say to him. I just ask him about his books or computer and he’ll eventually start on something. He feels that your location is a secret that should be kept from his friends. So he’s a little freaked about Jacob and Jessica finding out where you are. But they’re oblivious!
He has been very huggy and needed a log of reassurance. He tried to get to sleep with me but I told him I’d be up too late. Nip that in the bud.
Watching MASH-a-thon for 4 hours, it’s so good. Love it.
I’m very excited about this blog and hope that my plans for it don’t get lost in working and housework, etc. I tend to see the vision but working it out takes a backseat to everyday chores. I’m hoping it may be helpful to people in similar situations. Being anonymous, I think I can say more. I may even be more hones than I would be with you.
I wrote the first one and just couldn’t stop.
I was really freaking out, and thought so this is where we end up. Is this where it ends?
I won’t say how many years we’ve been together, but a long road. In the ER with you going to the psych ward. Great.
I’m not walking any farther along this road with you, but if you want to join me on mine, that would be ok. I felt a little guilty just walking away. There was nothing I could do for you. Except go home and take care of our children.
Love, Me
p.s. I saw a book titled Passion by John Eldridge, on the nature of sex and how the Bible talks about the marriage relationship being a picture of our intimacy with God. Trying to get my mind around that. There have been times when it was a truly spiritual experience. And then other times when I felt used, like when you were using and couldn’t get there because you were so high – and the feeling that we weren’t together, so of course we couldn’t get anywhere. But when it’s good it’s very very good. And when it’s bad, it’s horrid.
Pps: Phil 1:19-24 For I know that as you pray for me and as the spirit of Jesus Christ helps me, this will all turn out for my deliverance . . . Sometimes I long to go and be with Christ (be done with this painful marriage) That would be far better for me, but it is better for you (and our children) that I live. See verse 27 also.
To You:
I am wondering what you want to talk to me about that you find interesting in my letters. Maybe you could talk now or write back instead of just talking about your cleaning jobs and stuff. I do appreciate that you are not complaining constantly about things that are not to your liking.
I’m sure if I couldn’t sleep due to your snoring it would be bad (this does not take too much imagination). As it is I wake up at 2:30 – 3:30 and sometimes can’t sleep, but I’m doing better at not starting to think about the problems I’m facing. They don’t tend to get solved then!
Ps. 91 is the only cure for it if I start thinking . . . three times through repeating it from memory and I’m asleep. I picture myself in the palm of God’s hand, like those pictures of tiny preemie babies being cupped in a man’s hand. Just cradled, and protected and safe.
It was great to see you today – I’m glad our son came to see you too. I wondered why you didn’t try to talk to him more – but you don’t seem to know what to say to him. I just ask him about his books or computer and he’ll eventually start on something. He feels that your location is a secret that should be kept from his friends. So he’s a little freaked about Jacob and Jessica finding out where you are. But they’re oblivious!
He has been very huggy and needed a log of reassurance. He tried to get to sleep with me but I told him I’d be up too late. Nip that in the bud.
Watching MASH-a-thon for 4 hours, it’s so good. Love it.
I’m very excited about this blog and hope that my plans for it don’t get lost in working and housework, etc. I tend to see the vision but working it out takes a backseat to everyday chores. I’m hoping it may be helpful to people in similar situations. Being anonymous, I think I can say more. I may even be more hones than I would be with you.
I wrote the first one and just couldn’t stop.
I was really freaking out, and thought so this is where we end up. Is this where it ends?
I won’t say how many years we’ve been together, but a long road. In the ER with you going to the psych ward. Great.
I’m not walking any farther along this road with you, but if you want to join me on mine, that would be ok. I felt a little guilty just walking away. There was nothing I could do for you. Except go home and take care of our children.
Love, Me
p.s. I saw a book titled Passion by John Eldridge, on the nature of sex and how the Bible talks about the marriage relationship being a picture of our intimacy with God. Trying to get my mind around that. There have been times when it was a truly spiritual experience. And then other times when I felt used, like when you were using and couldn’t get there because you were so high – and the feeling that we weren’t together, so of course we couldn’t get anywhere. But when it’s good it’s very very good. And when it’s bad, it’s horrid.
Pps: Phil 1:19-24 For I know that as you pray for me and as the spirit of Jesus Christ helps me, this will all turn out for my deliverance . . . Sometimes I long to go and be with Christ (be done with this painful marriage) That would be far better for me, but it is better for you (and our children) that I live. See verse 27 also.
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