Things have been rough. My brother has been on a drinking binge for awhile now. He is in full on addict behavior. Lying horribly. I had too much faith and believed a lot of it. (The lie I hear most and believe -No, I haven't even drank today.) I was suppose to take him golfing a couple weeks ago and he picked alcohol over spending time with his sister, that made me sad itself.
He's also been drinking and driving alot lately. There's been some bad situations. Luckily no one has gotten hurt.
Well, this weekend we turned him in for all the stuff that's been happening. He is on probation (that's a whole other story) and not allowed to drink. He had been drinking non stop all weekend. He also told me that he's been doing coke with his boss. I think that's the part that set me over the edge. That's the part that got me to help my mom.
His truck was parked at his boss' house so we sat there all day on Sunday - 5 hours total, waiting for him to come home. We really wanted to make sure he didn't drive. It was a nice bonding time with my mom. He showed up and with his bosses help, let me drive his truck home for him. He was not in good shape. I got him home and watched to make sure he didn't leave. While my mom went to the police station to get an officer, who luckily is a really good guy, we know him well. She brought him over and he did a blow test on my brother. He blew .24. I couldn't believe it. The cop does treat my brother like a friend, or ever little brother. He knows he doesn't have any good male influence around and his good to him. He talked to him a lot, stern, but he did in a good way. I was impressed and thankful. My brother didn't argue and just said, 'I know, you're just doing your job.' The cop made his report and sent it to my brothers probation officer. As far as we know, his PO hasn't called me him today and it's going on 2:30.
He could face up to 6 months in jail now. I'm hoping for a few days time served and then an ankle monitor and serious alcohol counseling and treatment for a long time. Jail isn't going to do anything, he needs help.
I'm a devastated big sister. I'm scared that I was involved with this and it has ruined the friendship and closeness we have. I love this guy more than anything. I'm scared of the thoughts and fears going through his head right now. I just want to hug him and let him know that it will all be alright, but who really knows if it will?
Please keep him and my mom in your thoughts and prayers right now.
Side Note - I got sidetracked on my blog again. With the wedding, some philanthropy stuff I do, stress with my brother..... it got totally blown off. I'm back. I need to sit down and really put my thoughts down. Even if no one out there pays attention, I'm getting my head sorted by writing and that's what matters most.
I'm also planning on introducing my mom to a couple of the parents of addicts blogs I follow. They are most all due to drug addiction, but an addict is an addict and she will hopefully relate and find a kinship.
Peace, love and laughter..........
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