I don’t know why I doubt myself. My intuition is absolutely on point, but it takes awhile to get there because I’m caught up in my pathetic good girl persona. Why? Because I was raised to be respectful, to do the right thing, to be empathetic and not cause waves. Cause waves? What the hell does that even mean? Perhaps what I mean is to go with the flow. Well, fuck that. I’m so pissed right now I don’t give a shit.
I am a mother of four amazing children; each unique in their own way. We’ve all walked/stumbled on this journey together, but through it all my kids know that I love them with a fierceness that cannot be denied. I love with every fiber of my being. My children are my life; all that I live for; all that I worked for. We have very few rules other than be respectful, have empathy, and live a life that abides by the rules and gives back to those that are struggling.
Seems simple enough, right? But, no. My eldest daughter, the one who cruised through school, lived independently in another country, and couldn’t wait to move out has caused me more grief and consternation than I could have imagined. Drugs (not sure which ones) latched onto her sometime during her final months of high school and followed her on her international journey. I didn’t see her for 3 years and when she finally returned I thought all was well, but it was merely a precursor to her great fall.
Several arrests later and she ended up in jail over her first Thanksgiving and Christmas home. I refused to bail her out and it wasn’t until she was released from jail several months later that she ended up in treatment and found out she was pregnant. I insisted on an abortion and she insisted on keeping her baby. She returned home and thrived on pregnancy and the life she carried. She came home, got a job, and worked hard to save money for a new home. We all enjoyed having our daughter/sister home. Life was good. One year later she moved into her own place – and, by then the boyfriend had inserted himself back in her life. They did good. She added another job as an assistant manager, built up her credit, bought a car, and doted on her daughter. He eventually got a job and they finished their outpatient classes and focused on buying a house. I was busy with work and travel and time just passed.
But, we had always stayed in touch. She would call to update me on work and her daughter’s latest accomplishments. She bought another car for the boyfriend. We discussed her finances and how to improve her credit. She got a credit card to buy a new laptop which came with 0% interest rate for the first year and a $6,000 limit. Did I mention that she was going to school full-time to ensure she had daycare and was working seven days a week for nearly 8 months?
One day I noticed that the visits became farther and farther between and when I saw her next she had definitely lost a lot of weight. When I questioned her she blamed it on stomach issues which was a viable excuse. I knew she had abdominal issues, so it made sense that she had lost weight. But, other red flags popped up. She flunked her summer courses and her weight continued to plummet. The few times I saw her she was tired and her eyes glossy, but then again she was working seven days a week and going to school. When I visited her house she had all her bills listed on a whiteboard and she couponed to get great deals on household items and diapers. Who coupons when they’re doing drugs? I convinced myself that those were reasons why she couldn’t possibly be doing drugs, but I had my doubts.
And, then he lost his job and soon she was calling to tell me about his absences. She started calling on us to help with babysitting which we loved as it gave us more time with our granddaughter. But, something was off and I bought a drug test and made a point of dropping in unannounced to check on my granddaughter. But, the fridge was stocked with fruits and she took her daughter to day care on time and all was well. Still I remained concerned.
I confided in my friend that I was ready to confront my daughter and ask her to take a drug test, but she suggested I take a step back and trust her. Trust is hard when dealing with addiction. All that you know and love suddenly disappears and is replaced with a stranger. The inner battles rage. Am I right or am I wrong?
Well, I’m right. I can’t prove it, but I know that he is doing drugs. I do know that she’s in debt. My heart aches and I so want for it all to be right again. The horror of addiction is that there is no one to talk to or share your fears with and no guidebook to move forward. It is a journey filled with anger, hatred, disappointment, despair, and unimaginable love and heartache.
I need a partner to get through this. I am strong, but this journey is uncharted.