Anybody else tired of riding the emotional roller coaster caused by
living with an alcoholic? I know I am. I have gone from trying to
“detach with love” from my son’s disease to controlling his drinking
again. He’s been sober for 3 days after going on another binge, missing
work to go off with friends. I told him this was absolutely the last
chance if he wants to stay living with me. When he said he wanted to
walk home from work this morning instead of me picking him up, I knew he
would stop and get beer and I was right. I checked his backpack when
he got in a found 4 tall boy Steel Reserves. I poured them down the
kitchen drain. I have been making him go to AA meetings, but I know his
heart is not in it. It’s just a matter of time before I am faced with
the decision once again of putting him out on the street. I pray and
pray for him to stay sober, but
my prayers
seem to be falling on deaf ears. Sorry God. I pray for someone in AA
to take him under their wing and help him find sobriety. I pray that I
won’t be forced to put my only child out to live on the streets with the
other homeless. In reality, I know this may be the only thing that
helps him in the long run, but I don’t know if I have the strength to
carry through. It would be easier to put him out if he were verbally
abusive or a danger to me. But he is only a danger to himself when
drinking. My greatest desire is for him to one day have a life and
family of his own, but that will never happen as long as he is
drinking. He goes from job
to job
and has no real friends. I really hate this stupid disease and what it
is doing to my handsome, smart son. Please stop this ride, I want to
get off!!!
