New Leaf
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We had an early Thanksgiving lunch and were lounging about in the afternoon, bellies content with holiday fare. Son, Hoku, her b f and I. The sting of Hubs not being here for Thanksgiving for the first time, waxed and waned throughout the day, having the kids close helped ease the pain.
The dogs began barking and footsteps approached, then Rain's face peered into the window.
I saw her the weekend prior and asked if she would join us, but was not sure if she would come. Her situation had suddenly changed, she left the park she was at, and the boyfriend she was with at the time, hadn't seen her for a few days.
This is not surprising to me anymore as she comes and goes with the rain, and wind. There is a tinge of anxiousness at each gusting shift, then a sigh.
The old tapes reel with a mocking "This is your life!"
as memories step forward to testify and the audience in my head doesn't laugh and clap like the old show, they just sit there with a shocked look, blinking in disbelief and dismay.
My Hoku and Son roll their eyes and declare "What else is different, Mom?"
So Rain appears on this holiday afternoon with her new but really old boyfriend, who just got out of jail. I invite them in. He is a smooth talker, so he thinks. A fellow that has enough street written on his face that makes you wonder what is the story and truth of his life, or the words floating out of his mouth.
I tell Rain the food is all put away, but she is welcome to make plates and sit down and eat. She asks me if she has any clothes here and she does, so she takes a shower.
Old new boyfriend proceeds to tell me how much he loves my daughter and that he is working and planning to get them into a place as soon as he can. The words melt out of his mouth like campaign promises as I try to keep a straight face. His sunken dark rimmed eyes shifted with the cadence of his jive. Rain emerges from the shower, and I ask her what her fathers favorite saying was and she replies..........
"Talk is cheap."
That kind of echoed through the now silent room.
"Talk.......is........cheap.....cheap......cheap......cheap.
I tell him he talks a pretty talk but I would prefer he show me, because at this point we have been there, done that and I am venting because he made the mistake of saying "I would never turn my back on her.".......which I took very personally as it flung salt into the wound of having to turn my eldest daughter away to the consequences of her choices too many times. Homeless, living in a park. My daughter, whom I have loved before she was even born, and love her I will, until my last dying breath.
Rain was in the kitchen making plates of food and I told him a thing or two about this and that and how much we had been through with both of our d cs and how they are grown women and responsible for their lifestyles. Then he made the mistake of saying he would never judge anyone and their choices.......
REALLY? Well, I said that I do not judge anyone either, but I do know that God gave us the ability to have good judgement and that I knew from past experience that I am not the one to help my daughters, that they need to seek help with the resources out there that have the training to help them, when they really and truly want the help they need.........deep breath, Leafy. AND.......that my son had been through this roller coaster of drug use, rip offs, violent episodes his entire life and it is WAY past his turn to have my undivided attention. Then I said that my husband has died and I am still grieving not only his death, but the lifestyle my daughters choose for themselves. That I know they are capable of much more.That every single day it takes tremendous energy to carry on with my own responsibilities knowing my daughters are out there struggling with addiction on top of everything else I am dealing with. I think I also added that meth makes people do and say things they wouldn't normally do and nobody, not mother, father, sister, brother, aunty, uncle are spared from that.
I also added that I love my daughter very very much and hope to see her realize her great potential before I die.
Did I mention I went on a bit of a rant with this guy?
And yes, my daughter was in full earshot.
There is more.
I won't go in to the more detail, but, I think old new boyfriend was trying to flimflam me into letting them stay here. He did a lot of talking, but also got an earful to think about. When they were leaving, it was raining. Pouring. Those of you who have read my older posts may notice a theme here, that oft times my girl appears and disappears down the road in the rain. I offered to put them up for the night (which I instantly regretted......), or to drive them to the park. New old boyfriend wanted to stay, but Rain refused.
The downpour ceased and off they went.
Hopefully the pretty words will grow into fruitful beginnings. Only time will tell. Time. And my well children. They tell me stuff. Especially when the lines start to blur with my mother love, aching heart and grief, they remind me that Rain is still using and not ready.
There is no sign yet of her being ready or willing to quit meth.
I think I have reaffirmed boundaries and established some rules of engagement.
It still hurts.
I am angry.
I will be on my toes with this one. With hubs gone, my hackles are raised and I am in full defense mode. What is the saying? "If someone shows you who they are, believe them."
I have seen him before. About two years ago, Hubs allowed Rain back and she brought new old boyfriend. Shifty, claimed he was working, no money to show for it, no forward momentum. Pretty talk. With the last pitiful sick of the enabling roller coaster hope in me, I hoped. Then he disappeared, Rain soon after.
Fool me once.......then numerous times........open your eyes Leafy.
Eyes wide open,
Viktor Frankl thoughts coursing through my soul.
Reminders that she is capable and has great potential.
I know that I am not the one to invoke that. I can channel it in my mind, repeat it, a mantra.
You are capable, you are smart, you are gifted.
She has to want it.
When she is ready, she will.
But, no more falling for pretty talk, and broken promises.
She's got to show me.
Leafy
The dogs began barking and footsteps approached, then Rain's face peered into the window.
I saw her the weekend prior and asked if she would join us, but was not sure if she would come. Her situation had suddenly changed, she left the park she was at, and the boyfriend she was with at the time, hadn't seen her for a few days.
This is not surprising to me anymore as she comes and goes with the rain, and wind. There is a tinge of anxiousness at each gusting shift, then a sigh.
The old tapes reel with a mocking "This is your life!"
My Hoku and Son roll their eyes and declare "What else is different, Mom?"
So Rain appears on this holiday afternoon with her new but really old boyfriend, who just got out of jail. I invite them in. He is a smooth talker, so he thinks. A fellow that has enough street written on his face that makes you wonder what is the story and truth of his life, or the words floating out of his mouth.
I tell Rain the food is all put away, but she is welcome to make plates and sit down and eat. She asks me if she has any clothes here and she does, so she takes a shower.
Old new boyfriend proceeds to tell me how much he loves my daughter and that he is working and planning to get them into a place as soon as he can. The words melt out of his mouth like campaign promises as I try to keep a straight face. His sunken dark rimmed eyes shifted with the cadence of his jive. Rain emerges from the shower, and I ask her what her fathers favorite saying was and she replies..........
"Talk is cheap."
That kind of echoed through the now silent room.
"Talk.......is........cheap.....cheap......cheap......cheap.
I tell him he talks a pretty talk but I would prefer he show me, because at this point we have been there, done that and I am venting because he made the mistake of saying "I would never turn my back on her.".......which I took very personally as it flung salt into the wound of having to turn my eldest daughter away to the consequences of her choices too many times. Homeless, living in a park. My daughter, whom I have loved before she was even born, and love her I will, until my last dying breath.
Rain was in the kitchen making plates of food and I told him a thing or two about this and that and how much we had been through with both of our d cs and how they are grown women and responsible for their lifestyles. Then he made the mistake of saying he would never judge anyone and their choices.......
REALLY? Well, I said that I do not judge anyone either, but I do know that God gave us the ability to have good judgement and that I knew from past experience that I am not the one to help my daughters, that they need to seek help with the resources out there that have the training to help them, when they really and truly want the help they need.........deep breath, Leafy. AND.......that my son had been through this roller coaster of drug use, rip offs, violent episodes his entire life and it is WAY past his turn to have my undivided attention. Then I said that my husband has died and I am still grieving not only his death, but the lifestyle my daughters choose for themselves. That I know they are capable of much more.That every single day it takes tremendous energy to carry on with my own responsibilities knowing my daughters are out there struggling with addiction on top of everything else I am dealing with. I think I also added that meth makes people do and say things they wouldn't normally do and nobody, not mother, father, sister, brother, aunty, uncle are spared from that.
I also added that I love my daughter very very much and hope to see her realize her great potential before I die.
Did I mention I went on a bit of a rant with this guy?
And yes, my daughter was in full earshot.
There is more.
I won't go in to the more detail, but, I think old new boyfriend was trying to flimflam me into letting them stay here. He did a lot of talking, but also got an earful to think about. When they were leaving, it was raining. Pouring. Those of you who have read my older posts may notice a theme here, that oft times my girl appears and disappears down the road in the rain. I offered to put them up for the night (which I instantly regretted......), or to drive them to the park. New old boyfriend wanted to stay, but Rain refused.
The downpour ceased and off they went.
Hopefully the pretty words will grow into fruitful beginnings. Only time will tell. Time. And my well children. They tell me stuff. Especially when the lines start to blur with my mother love, aching heart and grief, they remind me that Rain is still using and not ready.
There is no sign yet of her being ready or willing to quit meth.
I think I have reaffirmed boundaries and established some rules of engagement.
It still hurts.
I am angry.
I will be on my toes with this one. With hubs gone, my hackles are raised and I am in full defense mode. What is the saying? "If someone shows you who they are, believe them."
I have seen him before. About two years ago, Hubs allowed Rain back and she brought new old boyfriend. Shifty, claimed he was working, no money to show for it, no forward momentum. Pretty talk. With the last pitiful sick of the enabling roller coaster hope in me, I hoped. Then he disappeared, Rain soon after.
Fool me once.......then numerous times........open your eyes Leafy.
Eyes wide open,
Viktor Frankl thoughts coursing through my soul.
Reminders that she is capable and has great potential.
I know that I am not the one to invoke that. I can channel it in my mind, repeat it, a mantra.
You are capable, you are smart, you are gifted.
She has to want it.
When she is ready, she will.
But, no more falling for pretty talk, and broken promises.
She's got to show me.
Leafy