MrsMcNear50
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Happy Easter to all my Board Friends. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
Thought I would post an update on Sweet Betsy. So very much has happened in the last 90 days, Ill have to really condense this or it will be a book. Ill leave out a lot of the details, itll be easy to fill in the blanks, believe me.
10 days before her 21st birthday, she went to jail for underage drinking and disorderly conduct. Was so drunk, she had no idea how she got there. (Take note, theres a theme here.) Next day, she gets into it with boyfriend, call from the ER. Black eye, tooth broken off, multiple bruises. No, I did not go to the jail, nor to the ER when boyfriend beat her up. Of course, she stayed with boyfriend.
The next few weeks I heard very little from her. I knew she was drinking excessively and staying with some really shady people. When she did call, I let it go to voice mail, and chose if I would call her. Most times I didnt return her call.
3 am Feb. 19th, phone rings. ER again. This time its a doctor, telling me she has been beaten severely and they were airlifting her to a St. Louis trauma center. C-scan shows a brain bleed. The next couple days are much of a blur. Bleed did seal itself off, but severe swelling. I didnt even recognize her when I saw her. Enough said about that. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking bout it.
She spent the next two weeks with me. boyfriend locked up in county jail charged with felony domestic assault. Injuries begin to heal, boyfriend bonded out, most of you can figure out what happened next ..off with him she went.
Since they had been evicted from their house from the arrest, they go live in a drug house. I get a call one nite that she was done, wanted treatment. Against my better judgement, I went and got her, took her back to her Dads house, where I was spending the nite. We both thought she would pass out,, but she had other plans. Starts tearing up dads house, cops called, back to jail. Next morning she wakes up, no clue of what happened. Back to drug house she goes.
Fast forward to last Sunday nite. Living in drug house, money stolen, sleeping in filth. Gets into it with boyfriend. see the pattern, big fight, off to jail, no clue what happened. Back to drug house. She finally called me, "Mom, I have to get treatment or I will die." "Yes, Sweet Betsy, that is a fact. The only way I will come get you is if you get on a bus in the morning, tomorrow morning, to treatment."
As I write this, she is in a residential facility, 2 hours from home. Ive had very little contact with her since she left yesterday. I think I finally let my breath out this afternoon for the first time in weeks. I am grateful that she is alive. Where there is life, there is hope. My parting words to her were that I was certain she could find the beautiful life that she is looking for and so deserves. We parted with no tears.
I am thankful for the detachment lessons and guidance Ive gotten from you all for so long. I hate the mother I have to be sometimes, but I stood strong and fast. It has been by far the toughest time of our lives.
Prayers and good thoughts would be appreciated. She has a long road ahead of her, but I am hopeful she will find peace.
Blessings,
Julie
Thought I would post an update on Sweet Betsy. So very much has happened in the last 90 days, Ill have to really condense this or it will be a book. Ill leave out a lot of the details, itll be easy to fill in the blanks, believe me.
10 days before her 21st birthday, she went to jail for underage drinking and disorderly conduct. Was so drunk, she had no idea how she got there. (Take note, theres a theme here.) Next day, she gets into it with boyfriend, call from the ER. Black eye, tooth broken off, multiple bruises. No, I did not go to the jail, nor to the ER when boyfriend beat her up. Of course, she stayed with boyfriend.
The next few weeks I heard very little from her. I knew she was drinking excessively and staying with some really shady people. When she did call, I let it go to voice mail, and chose if I would call her. Most times I didnt return her call.
3 am Feb. 19th, phone rings. ER again. This time its a doctor, telling me she has been beaten severely and they were airlifting her to a St. Louis trauma center. C-scan shows a brain bleed. The next couple days are much of a blur. Bleed did seal itself off, but severe swelling. I didnt even recognize her when I saw her. Enough said about that. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking bout it.
She spent the next two weeks with me. boyfriend locked up in county jail charged with felony domestic assault. Injuries begin to heal, boyfriend bonded out, most of you can figure out what happened next ..off with him she went.
Since they had been evicted from their house from the arrest, they go live in a drug house. I get a call one nite that she was done, wanted treatment. Against my better judgement, I went and got her, took her back to her Dads house, where I was spending the nite. We both thought she would pass out,, but she had other plans. Starts tearing up dads house, cops called, back to jail. Next morning she wakes up, no clue of what happened. Back to drug house she goes.
Fast forward to last Sunday nite. Living in drug house, money stolen, sleeping in filth. Gets into it with boyfriend. see the pattern, big fight, off to jail, no clue what happened. Back to drug house. She finally called me, "Mom, I have to get treatment or I will die." "Yes, Sweet Betsy, that is a fact. The only way I will come get you is if you get on a bus in the morning, tomorrow morning, to treatment."
As I write this, she is in a residential facility, 2 hours from home. Ive had very little contact with her since she left yesterday. I think I finally let my breath out this afternoon for the first time in weeks. I am grateful that she is alive. Where there is life, there is hope. My parting words to her were that I was certain she could find the beautiful life that she is looking for and so deserves. We parted with no tears.
I am thankful for the detachment lessons and guidance Ive gotten from you all for so long. I hate the mother I have to be sometimes, but I stood strong and fast. It has been by far the toughest time of our lives.
Prayers and good thoughts would be appreciated. She has a long road ahead of her, but I am hopeful she will find peace.
Blessings,
Julie