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Thursday, May 19, 2005

I am so embarrassed...

...my brother didn’t come home last night at all. My father stopped here on his way to visit my brother because of the problems that he has been having (drug related). When I received that letter last month that I discussed with you guys, I honestly believed that he wrote it from his heart. Obviously, it was written in an attempt to manipulate, which is what addicts do best.

I told you, without going into detail, that my brother has been in trouble with the law a few times. The last time he was arrested was two months after we buried my mother. He received a very long sentence for stealing a safe. He was a three time loser at that point and would never have gotten out of prison had it not been for this wonderful woman that he had the unbelievable luck to have met. She is a well respected member of the community in which they live and she brought all of her resources and her support systems in to help my brother. He DID, miraculously, get a chance to participate in a program that led to his release from prison after serving less than a fraction of his time.

When he got out, he obtained a good job, they bought a house and he had a life that any man in the world would be proud to have. Some people never get that lucky. He has blown it all, or should I say, inhaled it all. The reason that I am embarrassed is that, while Mike was in prison, I went to visit often and always stayed with Tina. I told her how wonderful my brother was (he really has a charming side of him that had everyone fooled), I told her that he would never blow it if someone just believed in him. I feel as though I aided and abetted his efforts to scam this wonderful woman. This morning, she is devastated. My father is a little bit more used to this so he is hurting for her as much as I am. I had a lovely sister-in-law and now I don’t think I will have her for any length of time. Without going into detail about her, just trust me, she is the best thing that could have possibly happened to him and for no good reason, he is putting her though a hell that none of us deserve. I watched that show, Intervention, and I did what the lady who recommended it did, I cried for those families that have stood by these fools.

I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that I haven’t had since Vex left. I am feeling that same pain only for her, not for me. My husband has already done all the damage to me and my life that he was capable of doing, anything else he could do would be irritating, but not terribly painful as I expect the worst from him. But this woman is just now going through the pain of losing her husband, not to a bimbo, but to a different destructive force, drugs. I don’t even know what to say.

Meg

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've never commented on a blog before - but your brother story really touched a nerve, and I'll pray for you.
I have a son - Sam, who's 20 - and about to be released from prison - for the 4th time. Same reasons - drugs. Only, this time he can not come here - which is the worst feeling a parent can have. He has stolen from me numerous times(including my car), set fire to my home 3x, called the police and accused me of stealing from him - the list goes on.
When will the government wake up and realize it's not the war, not fuel economy, not inflation - IT'S DRUGS RUINING THIS COUNTRY!!!!!.

May 19, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg,
I think I kind of know how you feel, but on a larger level. Out of 6 children, I am the only to go to college. I am one of two to complete high school. I am one of 2 who are not drug addicts and/or alcoholics.

My sister Lisa has dissapearred entirely. At 24 years old, she is on our county's most wanted list for a list as long as my arm of drug charges, thefts, and probation violations. She has not been heard from in almost a year. She began with smoking pot at 17. This led to getting my then 10 year old brother to steal pot plants from a friend's dad and sell the weed for her.
She moved on to coke, and her last poison as far as we know is heroin. My parents lost their house trying to get her through one treatment or another to no avail. The last I heard she was living with some other toothless drug addict (she met at a meth clinic) in a crackhouse.

The 3 other alchie/druggie siblings are all headed on the same path. The girls both have children and drink more in a night than I could in a month. The boy is also a screaming alcoholic. They're all under 18.

I wish I could blame their problems on bad perenting, but I can't. My parents were, and still are, the best parents I could ask for. I can't understand or explain how they ended up where they all. All I can say is I love them no matter what. they are my flesh and blood, and at one time I would do anything for them. I just grew tired of being lied to and stolen from.

If you ever need someone to talk to, I don't care if it's 3am, you're more than welcome to call me.

May 19, 2005  

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