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A Year Ago Today, Part Five (actually this happened a year ago on Jan. 6)
Was he dead or alive? It was the longest night of my life, asking this question over and over.
K had been home from the hospital (suicide attempt) for only five days and already some of his old drug friends had come by. This was back in the day when I still believed some of his lies and allowed him to manipulate or threaten me so he'd get his way. Since I felt he was in a "fragile" state of mind, I allowed him to use my car at 8 pm to drive to his girlfriends to "say goodnight to her" since he hadn't seen her all day (she'd been at work).
The gf, "C" was not a drug user. She had visited K in the hospital with me and I got to know her pretty well since we had long drives there and back several days in a row. So when she called me at 10 to ask if K was home, we both freaked. He was suppose to be with her. He lied to me. He was out using drugs.
Long story short from 10 pm - 8 am the next morning I was either sitting in the front window hoping and praying he'd show up or driving around town with "C" on the cell phone giving me directions to every friend she knew of K's that did drugs. I actually did catch a glimpse of my car at about 3 am but couldn't follow it so gave up and went home.
At 8 am he pulled up in front of the house. I had his jacket in my hands and met him at my car. "You're going to rehab right NOW!"
"I know mom, I need to."
I took him to South Coast Hospital ER, they had a drug program. He'd been shooting coke/heroin all night and he was a mess. They immediately gave him something to calm him down. It was our first very expensive attempt at rehab and he lasted in there for five days. I learned the three C's from a meeting there: You didn't cause it, you can't control it, you can't cure it.
It was one of the worst nights I've ever had and I will never forget wondering if he was dead or alive. I really thought I had lost him.
2 comments:
I do believe the best thing about looking back at (not at our addicts) a year ago is that we can see how we have grown, how our recovery is progressing; and that helps us to see how in our recovery, we are actually helping our addicts. You've come a long way, baby (as the commercial use to say) in a year. And that is healthy, for both of you. Love and prayers, Lisa
Anna, its hard to do nothing, but its often the best. I wonder what I would have done if I would have found him that night a year ago? I think I just wanted to know he wasn't dead.
Lisa, thanks. I'm trying to remember what that commercial was for....wasn't it Virginia Slims cigarettes? LOL I smoked those in high school when I was "cool".
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