So as you know we got away last Monday for some respite after finding out on Sunday he’d used again on the previous Thursday. It did us the world of good with virtually no contact except to speak to our grandson via facetime. We came home Saturday evening dreading what we were coming home too. On Sunday morning I had a call to say he was picking his son up, dropping him to me then going back to his flat to sleep. Immediately alarm bells rang and when he dropped his boy off I looked at him and he shook his head. At 4pm I rang him to tell him to get up, he said he’d be up at 5. He came in sat down burst into tears and said he needs help. He’d used the previous day and most of the days he didn’t have his son. He asked if he could stay with us for this week as he’s on holiday which we agreed to. He owed money to dealers, asked his landlord for an extension on his rent and was feeling pretty crap. After a long sensible chat he’s promised to get help again. He’s putting his car up for sale to raise some money, it’s too expensive to run anyway which we told him when he bought it! I took his necklace and bracelet and sold it for a pittance, he’s selling his mac book and a phone to raise money. We told him categorically we would not give him any money. His girlfriend has agreed to see him today to chat, she must be mad. I’m just hoping and praying once again that he sticks to his promise. He keeps saying he means it this time but we’ve been here so many times before. I told him that this is it now. No more. His dad’s anxiety is through the roof. If I can see he is seeking help I’ll be a bit more convinced. Anyway that’s how it is atm my friends. God gives us strength.
