We had a wonderful weekend, saw the grandchildren and laughed, played bowls and had beach walks. It was so very sad that the two eldest had to be told what was going on as they were panicking about not being able to get hold of their father. He is in court tomorrow for sentencing having been given 48 hours to sort out his affairs.
So rather than sort his affairs out he rang the mother of his two youngest children and told her he had taken an overdose, I advised her to ring for an ambulance, knowing full well he probably hadn’t done that, but who wants the responsibility of doing nothing if it were genuine. Paramedics turn up can’t get in he won’t answer the door, so they call the police who start booting down his door, he appears then and tells them he is perfectly fine.
It’s just never ending, the drama, the addiction to crisis as well as the drugs and alcohol. He was detoxed whilst in custody too.
I am sure you have all had these moments. I am venting. I am also starting not to love my son. He creates so much endless harm. He gets all the attention whilst leaving a wake of damage that will be embedded in his victims forever. I don’t know what poor soul sacrificed an earlier ambulance because he chose to do this, probably an elderly person who had a fall. It’s not right. It’s not fair and it certainly is not normal to put up with this. People who smoke aren’t treated as if they are ill and nicotine addiction is one of the hardest habits to break.
Tough love from now on as has been advised by so many of my psychiatric community friends. They don’t believe in all this soothing nonsense that goes on. They think it just adds to the self absorption of the addicts. I think they are right.