MommaTried24
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Yesterday I received these text messages from my 28 year old epileptic alcoholic son:
I'm so sorry for all the stress I put you through, especially when I was drinking at my heaviest living alone. You would come to go out to eat together not knowing if I would even be alive when you got to my apartment. I can't imagine how stressful that was for you. (This was 8 years ago when he had his first apartment I got him.)
I moved out of Wesley's to help me on my path to sobriety. I just couldn't be around the drinking all day every day. I'm working part-time at a restaurant washing dishes and staying temporarily with a friend who is a full-time cook at the same restaurant. I'm also working on getting my own place in the apartment complex that she lives in.
I got this on my own like I told my dad the other day. I got myself into addiction on my own and I can get myself out and once I do, you and I both can proudly say that I was able to do this 100% on my own.
It all sounds so great right? I find myself immediately wanting to jump in and help him. It's the most honest and sincere he's ever sounded but I'm tired of getting my hopes up. I tried to stay neutral yet encouraging and proud. I just don't know when it's ok to help and when it's not? Every time I've helped him, a few months later he drinks. I've just become numb at this point.
I'm so sorry for all the stress I put you through, especially when I was drinking at my heaviest living alone. You would come to go out to eat together not knowing if I would even be alive when you got to my apartment. I can't imagine how stressful that was for you. (This was 8 years ago when he had his first apartment I got him.)
I moved out of Wesley's to help me on my path to sobriety. I just couldn't be around the drinking all day every day. I'm working part-time at a restaurant washing dishes and staying temporarily with a friend who is a full-time cook at the same restaurant. I'm also working on getting my own place in the apartment complex that she lives in.
I got this on my own like I told my dad the other day. I got myself into addiction on my own and I can get myself out and once I do, you and I both can proudly say that I was able to do this 100% on my own.
It all sounds so great right? I find myself immediately wanting to jump in and help him. It's the most honest and sincere he's ever sounded but I'm tired of getting my hopes up. I tried to stay neutral yet encouraging and proud. I just don't know when it's ok to help and when it's not? Every time I've helped him, a few months later he drinks. I've just become numb at this point.