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i thought about it. answered the phone.
bear in mind, when i helped him last, by letting him in to look for his insurance card, texting him to let him know his mom sent the info to him, and i asked him to let me know how his appointment went... silence, for 2 days. until the text asking what he had to do to come back, and what he should put down as his address for his PO. so i didn't respond to that. after a day he calls me:
"i just want to know, from what i asked in the text, what you thought about that."
me: *playing dumb* "in what way?"
him: "i know i messed up. what do i have to do to come back?"
me: *biting my tongue so i didn't say 'never' out loud* "what you did was not just one thing. or one day. there's no quick fix to it. how you even asking me what you need to do? what were the terms we set when all this happened?"
him: "i had to do my probation, and umm... stop smoking. and..."
me: "as soon as you came home after being arrested, we had multiple, long convos. never, really, in any of those conversations, did you commit to actually changing. we talked after your arrest. we talked *before* your court date, *after* your court date. whole time, it was like, yeah, i'ma do xyz to make this go quick. you never indicated an attempt to comply. in fact, a couple times you flat out said you weren't gonna stop"
him: "i'm *emphasis* ADDICTED to weed. i didn't have no control over that. if y'all have never known anyone with a substance problem, how can you judge me for not being able to stop it?"
RECORD SCRATCH.
enwurd, *I* would not be here now, in this marriage, and this family, if i did not go to AA for a month prior to my wedding and see just how real shit was. (i got married young. still wanted to drink and get high and do really dumb shit. being in that room w/ all of these mostly much older mfers who had *thoroughly* fucked their lives up convinced me quick fast that is not the road i wanted to travel).
my cousin as a crack (and alcohol ) addict. his life has been a cycle of trauma and recovery, trauma and recovery. we've been like brothers for a good part of our adult lives. he gets on a downward spiral, something happens to make him recognize it. goes to the VA. gets himself straight for weeks or months, and then goes back out into the world again to keep fighting his demons and make as much progress as he can, hoping each slip up is his last. or my uncle, who was always high, drunk and homeless, who used to stay with us when i was little, when it got really cold. before my peoples had to drive him back to the halfway house, or to the mental hospital if he was having a full breakdown.
or my WIFE whose stepdad, when she was 7, she saw shooting heroin in the kitchen when she came downstairs at night to get a snack. things started off good, then he used to beat her mom. was a whole ass heroin addict, but this ni&&a still managed to be functional with it and retire from bethlehem steel.
but i didn't say any of that shit because none of it was new. ALL of our kids have heard these stories, throughout life, b/c regardless of where we live now, we have NEVER fronted like where we are is where we came from, or that we haven't had problems, or seen the shit that we've warned them about firsthand. also, in his situation (j1), in the handful of very long (and intense, and often stupid) conversations we've had with him since we got that call in the middle of the damn night on easter, we've referenced EACH of these and other situations to him and he did nothing with it.
but now he got his schmooze / politicking voice on, asking me with a straight face what he has to do to come back -- and then he got the nerve to say that me 'not understanding' his 'addiction' (and i put that shit in quote marks on purpose) is a "smack in a face to him".
i was trying not to let myself be provoked. because he was also fishing around to see what his sister told us (ie, know the extent to which his lies had been unraveled). but that 'smack in the face' comment. at that point, i did slip a bit, and replied
me: "smack in the FACE? really? YOU are telling ME about a smack in the face? with all the shit that you have done to us?"
him: *deadpan* "how have i smacked you in the face? i never did anything intentionally?"
me: *slipping* "going around telling people that we abused you and were horrible parents to you?"
him: did (bs1) tell you that? what did she say?
me: *recovering* "MULTIPLE people have told us you've said that".
which is not a lie. he has said that to our oldest daughter, our oldest son, while trying to stir up factions against us in our own household, his former gf (who was like, he said such horrible things, but every time i was around y'all all i saw was love), to his birth siblings, and to whoknowsthefuckelse. prolly told this to all of the people who's couches he been crashing on until he's gotten kicked out.
all of that confirmed my suspicions that the timing of his text and call was triggered by
1- finding out we talked to his sister (and wanting to know whether we 'knew' that he been doing the same bullshit with them, and uncovering the lies he told on them). this is important, because he's trying to figure out how badly he's burned both sets of bridges
2- feeling us out to see if we are going to allow him back, so he can continue to use our address to maintain a veneer of respectability with the probation officer.
answer to that second one is HELL NO.
i'm super venting now.
i mention that he told us multiple times that he really had no intention of getting help or changing. i ask, if he was so concerned about being powerless in the face of almightly weed addiction (i didn't do the sarcasm) he didn't say anything to us when he failed the first test? the second? the third? or the two successful cheats?
i reminded him that *i* told him about all that shit up front. and got pissed when he was weighing my advice equally with whatever people he was talking to (prolly his dad, he had me thinking it was his siblings) who been locked up before. tawmbout, you get 4 or 5 strikes. told him at the time, "who thinks like that? if you worrying about how many times you can piss dirty and still be okay on probation, you are pretty much doomed to failure. if you really can't fathom the prospect of going a few months without smoking, you need to be in rehab and treatment off break. he responded at the time that it wasn't that deep, and he wasn't going to no hospital, anyway.
i asked yesterday about his assessment. he said it was tomorrow (today) morning. well what about the insurance shit from monday? that was just preliminary. this is the actual assessment. btw, my task worker (or whatever) says that unless i deal with the underlying trauma or whatever, i'm gonna keep smoking weed.
when i told that last part to my wife she said, "well he can move in with his ass then".
but basically, everything gets spun to no fault of his. and everything justifies what he does or doesn't do.
when talking about the appointment he said, 'and it's REMOTE' (inflection implying it's a bad thing).
when i offered multiple times (i have great insurance, and everyone in the fam can get up to 5 sessions a year for free), texted him phone numbers, urls an shit, taking away his accusation that we never got him help, he said, "i don't wanna do it virtually. i wanna be in person". this was before the arrest, early in the pandemic when shit was shutting down.
beggars. choosers.
point is, he don't want help. don't want to change.
after being tired of talking in circles for around 20-30 min, and he still this like a business deal ("so what do we have to do to get you to buy the vinyl windows?") i pointed out that in our conversations, he never takes responsibility for *anything*. he responds, "nobody knows how i feel more than me. but if you need to HEAR it. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for causing the whole family problems. i'm sorry for being a monster. i'm sorry for EXISTING."
me: nobody got a problem with you existing. but even now you're being dramatic. and you go straight from specific, concrete things you could be remorseful for, or recognize the impacts of, and go to blanket statements to shut down the whole discussion.
legs or somebody mentioned in the replies that he sounds draining af.
yep. that's a perfect description.
i'm feeling better though.
this is some shit.
those of y'all that pray, please pray for us (or continue praying for us). and thank you to all of you for the well wishes, support, sharing of similar situations, all of that. it has been greatly helpful to me.
peace & blessings,
x.
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