She drank herself to the floor this weekend.
Stayed home today and called into work sick.. at least that is my idea of why she is here. I dont know the truth because she hasnt gotten out of bed yet.
Her job is such that she cant call in much. Private sector advertisement/ real estate... if you are not in work, they fire you. She has been with this company for 10 years. But, in the companies eyes she is disposable.
She used to tell us "horror" stories of employees that were let go because they called in.
A woman who was pregnant with a child in day care..
Her child was sick alot.. she had to call in to take care of her kid
fired
A man who was in a car wreck.
fired
the list could go on and on.
Now she is calling in drunk.
If she looses her job , sheis homeless and so are we.
She drinks all the time now. The minute she gets home, she races up stairs with her bottle hidden in her bag
and drinks . We dont see her.
She leaves her trash and dirty dishes everywhere for us to clean. She ignored Bean as she cries because she hasnt seen her in days and she just walks past her in a hurry to get upstairs and get drunk.
Weekends, she does nothing but drink.
Granted, she stays clear of us while she drinks. We rarely see her drunk.
I used to be thankfull for that. But now I just want her sober.
I am at the point where I can admit that I do not like her. I do not like her sober, i do not like her drunk. I do not like her sense of humor, i do not like her criticisim. I do not like her ideas, i do not like her voice. I just truthfully do not like HER. And I have tried. I have tried to get to know her. I have tried doing things with her. I have tried being around her and bashing myself for the arrogance of " not liking her". Drinking aside, I do not like the person she is. Nothing more , nothing less. Im not vicious, im not rude, she is just a personality I dont get along with. Top that wih a habit that is causing this house to become a hell pit.. and it is turning into hate.
I try to remind myself that she just lost her husband . But that was 2 years ago. I try to set myself in her shoes and how painful it must be . How lonely it is to sleep by yourself. I try to imagine what it would be like for me. How much it would hurt every day that I would never see Ian again. But what I imagine, I am sure, is nothing like what it really is like.
So I am in a position that is strangling. I too have a problem with addiction. So I know what it is like from experience , to not want to stop using something to change how you feel and what it is like to convince yourself that YOU NEED that drug. I am also having a problem with keeping my head clear enough to not want to use somethhing myself. But I guard my sobriety with a vengance. I have to be sober because I am now responsible for my daughters life and a selfish choice of using something isnt an option. Not anymore. Not for me.
I am worn thin. I am not myself anymore. I am glued to the computer now. It is my only mental escape. No matter what I may take myself out to do during the day.. as I drive back here, myheart sinks. I always have to come back to this suffocating cave. With this woman who is tearing my family and my sanity apart. I have to comfort Ian and Jillian on a daily basis and I dont feel like a strong person anymore. I am pulling from reserves that dont exist anymore to try and smooth my family. She is teaching my daughter to be like her and I dont want that. I dont have room to defend and protect my family. She wont sober up.
Im tired of hurting because of someone else's actions. I have thought through all my resources and options and there is little.
It has come to me taking a job overnight.
we have to get out.
I am sitting in a place where i dont know what to do.
What do you do with someone who hates themselves and their lives so much they want to drink it away? Frankly, im surprised she hasnt killed herself. Not from the drinking, from not wanting to live. Literally..
I want to do something for her. But i have come to the point that i am not sure i care enough anymore. The damage to my family has far out weighed my sympathy for her.. and i feel like a terrible person for that, but
that is where I am at with this situation. I am tired of having to comfort my husband because he is so torn with watching his mom drink all the time. I am tired of having to scoop up Bean because she starts crying when her gramma walks by her in too much of a hurry to drink to even give her a hug.
im tired
im just f.ucking tired.