For the first time ever I believed he and his girlfriend were sober together at the same time. I probably didn’t question it as much as I should have.
I revelled in having sober conversations with Faith, he seemed to be enjoying it also even though he was in pain. He reconnected with his sister living in Australia. he asked for help to get to AA meetings. I told him to enjoy all the positives of being sober. I delivered food. And a tumble dryer, my mums, up until then he had not been able to think straight enough to work out where he could put it.
I thought, really thought, this time, he cannot get alcohol, so he will have no choice but to stay sober, at least for a while.
I am not stupid, I think I know my son well enough by now, well I thought I did, to know when he has had a drink, be it only 1 ( well it never is only one is it) . I would deny it to myself sometimes, but in my heart I knew.
So how the f… did I miss this one, I just don’t understand, I can’t understand. So….
Yesterday Faith had an appointment the hospital fracture clinic due to his last escapade. I thought it strange it wasn’t as the hospital he was admitted to but didn’t really think too much into it. It turned out they were actually more concerned about his liver than his broken bones. But he was fitted with better fitting “boots” and as far as I could make out, sent on his way.
Today his girlfriend called me at work to tell me he had been admitted to hospital.
What? Why? what has he done now?
He had 4 fits during the night then another big one this morning, he didn’t want to me to call an ambulance but I had to.
Why? Has he been drinking? Yes. What? For how long? Since he came out of hospital last time? Yes. How can that be, he has been sober when I spoke to him, this doesn’t add up.
How the hell has he got alcohol? He can’t walk? He got 3 bottles of cider at the shop.
None of this is adding up in my mind. I can’t talk to him his phone is off, only his girlfriend to give me information. They an doing ECG on him, they are not concerned about his mental state. From what she was telling me he will be discharged tonight.
I did eventually get to speak to him, I asked what the hell was going on, he just wanted to tell me he was going to be discharged but didn’t know how he would get home.
I told him that was his problem, if he could get out to get alcohol he could get home.
Once again I am feeling so disappointed, my fault, I should have learnt by now.
But I couldn’t help but just call him. He’s home, so I could ask him the question, how and when did you start drinking. I didn’t want to, that’s why I went cold turkey last time, yes, so why and how did you start drinking again.? The only way is if she bought you alcohol? If she loved you and wasn’t drinking herself she wouldn’t do that? She wants you to drink so she can.
I have left him with that, telling him, he has to make some decisions. I’m angry, so angry with her, not with Faith although he has again chosen to drink. I thought this was a chance for both of them, I was so ready to support them.
Now I just feel empty, sad, he’s going to die, and she’s helping him along the way.
I have tried so many times to walk away from this.
Maybe this is the time I need to do it again for him and for me.