ChickPea
Well-Known Member
My daughter is maybe hitting her low.
She told everyone she was moving into an apartment at the end of the month, and here we are, and no apartment. Bills gone to collection, work not going so well, got drunk and peed on the couch she's been sleeping on, friend called the cops because they were worried about her well-being. Things aren't magically getting better with her abusive ex. Things aren't great.
So last night she went on a bender (alcohol and coke) and today she misses her start to work, calls the mental health place, and they said she can come for an evaluation. Might take 72 hours.
She wanted a dramatic "goodbye" with the grandkid, and I told her not a good idea. Next time I hear from her she calls from the treatment center using her SWEET VOICE (the one she uses when she's in public and doesn't want people to know what kind of monster she can be) and tells me she's there, waiting.
Within minutes she's texting myself and her father (sitting in the same room together) telling us there are visiting hours (???) and she would like us to bring her some snacks, pen and paper, etc. Who has visiting hours during a freaking intake?! Or evaluation, or whatever?!!!! I don't get any of this.
Something sounds off about all of this, I'm frustrated to say.
She's been there less than an hour and wants a visit with snacks?
I feel like she's avoiding reality right now and it frustrates me. I'm worn the heck out.
Thanks for allowing the vent. Happy Hump day!
She told everyone she was moving into an apartment at the end of the month, and here we are, and no apartment. Bills gone to collection, work not going so well, got drunk and peed on the couch she's been sleeping on, friend called the cops because they were worried about her well-being. Things aren't magically getting better with her abusive ex. Things aren't great.
So last night she went on a bender (alcohol and coke) and today she misses her start to work, calls the mental health place, and they said she can come for an evaluation. Might take 72 hours.
She wanted a dramatic "goodbye" with the grandkid, and I told her not a good idea. Next time I hear from her she calls from the treatment center using her SWEET VOICE (the one she uses when she's in public and doesn't want people to know what kind of monster she can be) and tells me she's there, waiting.
Within minutes she's texting myself and her father (sitting in the same room together) telling us there are visiting hours (???) and she would like us to bring her some snacks, pen and paper, etc. Who has visiting hours during a freaking intake?! Or evaluation, or whatever?!!!! I don't get any of this.
Something sounds off about all of this, I'm frustrated to say.
She's been there less than an hour and wants a visit with snacks?
I feel like she's avoiding reality right now and it frustrates me. I'm worn the heck out.
Thanks for allowing the vent. Happy Hump day!