New Leaf
Well-Known Member
And it did. I took Tornado to the sober home last Friday. She was disappointed that her room was small and that she had a roommate. She wished she didn’t “mess things up” for the last place, as it was better. I reminded her that she was blessed to find a place and to be accepted so soon. That it was better than living under a bridge, or a jail cell.
She had been talking with a man she met in rehab, her new “boyfriend”, which was a big red flag for me. It is a pattern I well recognize, as she has chosen her relationships in the past over her children, her sobriety.
She went to visit him last Sunday, and has been off radar since. Didn’t go back to the clean and sober house, missed court on Wednesday. She went from texting or calling me daily to zilch.
Her “boyfriend” has a bench warrant for violating his probation, so I am guessing that he left his rehab with Tornado. She posted a rather yucky video selfie of them kissing. Ew.
One step forward, five steps backward. What a bizarre game of “Mother May I?” “No you may not——- stay in the sober house, go to classes, go to court.”
If only we had that influence, but we do not.
Relapse is common.
That’s what they say about addiction.
The answer to all the questions this sad mother would pose is the same.
Addiction.
But I still ask them silently in my head.
“How could you give up your family, your children, your grandchildren, for this man you hardly know?” Addiction.
“How could you give up the gains you made in sobriety?” Addiction.
I have to comfort myself and hold on to the blessing of the few moments I did see glimmers of her inner light.
I sent her a text telling her that I love her and hope that she is safe, that she takes the opportunity to turn things around.
No reply.
She is out there, somewhere, again.
We are here, left to mend our hearts once more.
I still have hope that one day she will wake up.
Prayers going up.
Leaf
She had been talking with a man she met in rehab, her new “boyfriend”, which was a big red flag for me. It is a pattern I well recognize, as she has chosen her relationships in the past over her children, her sobriety.
She went to visit him last Sunday, and has been off radar since. Didn’t go back to the clean and sober house, missed court on Wednesday. She went from texting or calling me daily to zilch.
Her “boyfriend” has a bench warrant for violating his probation, so I am guessing that he left his rehab with Tornado. She posted a rather yucky video selfie of them kissing. Ew.
One step forward, five steps backward. What a bizarre game of “Mother May I?” “No you may not——- stay in the sober house, go to classes, go to court.”
If only we had that influence, but we do not.
Relapse is common.
That’s what they say about addiction.
The answer to all the questions this sad mother would pose is the same.
Addiction.
But I still ask them silently in my head.
“How could you give up your family, your children, your grandchildren, for this man you hardly know?” Addiction.
“How could you give up the gains you made in sobriety?” Addiction.
I have to comfort myself and hold on to the blessing of the few moments I did see glimmers of her inner light.
I sent her a text telling her that I love her and hope that she is safe, that she takes the opportunity to turn things around.
No reply.
She is out there, somewhere, again.
We are here, left to mend our hearts once more.
I still have hope that one day she will wake up.
Prayers going up.
Leaf