Albatross
Well-Known Member
Yesterday I was on my way to work and pulled to the head of our driveway and stopped because there was a car coming from the dead end of our dead end street...wait, that looks like difficult child's car! difficult child actually tried to drive right past me, then stopped. Very sheepish expression. Big dent on driver's side of car, door bungee'd shut.
"What's going on?"
"Oh...nothing."
"Why are you here?"
"Just...in the area."
"Why didn't you pull into the driveway?"
"I was embarrassed."
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yes."
"What happened to your car?"
"I...I hit a dumpster."
"Drunk?"
"Yes."
"That's all you hit?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"You're lucky. I see you are using poppers." (Seat and floor covered in popper cartridges)
"Oh...yeah."
"Are you still working?"
"Well...I might have lost my job."
"You might have lost it or you've definitely lost it?"
"...I...lost it..."
"Well...pull into the driveway."
He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, front of pants covered in puke, thin as a rail, very drunk. I went in to tell husband he was here and that I was late for work and what should I do?
husband said not to worry about it, he would take care of it. As I left:
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, difficult child."
When I got home from work he was gone. husband said difficult child was so drunk he couldn't even focus, so husband told him to sleep it off and that he could clean up but he couldn't stay.
So he slept for about 5 hours, got up and made himself some lunch, showered, did a load of laundry. husband told him there was no point in lecturing him about anything, told him anything we could do or say obviously hasn't done any good. Told him to go see his sponsor and that he looked like he needed to go to detox. difficult child agreed to do that.
husband made sure difficult child threw out all of his poppers and empties and had difficult child follow him to the gas station and put just enough gas in the car to get to his sponsor's. Told difficult child to at least let us know that he made it.
No word last night or today. Not at detox. Sponsor hasn't seen him.
Now husband is second guessing. I told him it wouldn't have made any difference and we know that, because we've done it that way too and he either didn't go to detox or he didn't stay.
So I guess he's gone again.
Sigh...
"What's going on?"
"Oh...nothing."
"Why are you here?"
"Just...in the area."
"Why didn't you pull into the driveway?"
"I was embarrassed."
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yes."
"What happened to your car?"
"I...I hit a dumpster."
"Drunk?"
"Yes."
"That's all you hit?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"You're lucky. I see you are using poppers." (Seat and floor covered in popper cartridges)
"Oh...yeah."
"Are you still working?"
"Well...I might have lost my job."
"You might have lost it or you've definitely lost it?"
"...I...lost it..."
"Well...pull into the driveway."
He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, front of pants covered in puke, thin as a rail, very drunk. I went in to tell husband he was here and that I was late for work and what should I do?
husband said not to worry about it, he would take care of it. As I left:
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, difficult child."
When I got home from work he was gone. husband said difficult child was so drunk he couldn't even focus, so husband told him to sleep it off and that he could clean up but he couldn't stay.
So he slept for about 5 hours, got up and made himself some lunch, showered, did a load of laundry. husband told him there was no point in lecturing him about anything, told him anything we could do or say obviously hasn't done any good. Told him to go see his sponsor and that he looked like he needed to go to detox. difficult child agreed to do that.
husband made sure difficult child threw out all of his poppers and empties and had difficult child follow him to the gas station and put just enough gas in the car to get to his sponsor's. Told difficult child to at least let us know that he made it.
No word last night or today. Not at detox. Sponsor hasn't seen him.
Now husband is second guessing. I told him it wouldn't have made any difference and we know that, because we've done it that way too and he either didn't go to detox or he didn't stay.
So I guess he's gone again.
Sigh...