A commenter reminded me about something that had happened a while back and I live in it so often that I had forgotten about it, so I will share this story with you today.
A fellow AA friend who had been sober for many years and really worked himself into a fairly prominent position within our community had sponsored my husband. He and his wife were active in AA and really did what they could to help the alcoholics who came to them and asked for it. Well my husband had probably come off of another binge, but back then his binges lasted a lot longer because he readily had access to money. Anyway, this friend had used his pull to get my husband into a sober living facility after he came out of detox. This was huge for us. The waiting line was usually weeks if not months out, so it was a big deal that our friend put my husband in the front of the line. I was so excited to get some peace and hopefully some help.
This place was no “celebrity rehab”, though. It was billed on a sliding scale, or free depending on your economic situation. There were heroin addicts mixed in with alcoholics and prescription addicts. It wasn’t the nicest place, but it was a huge favor and exactly what my husband needed. Since my husband had diabetes, I needed to take supplies to the house for him, and even though we weren’t supposed to “visit”, I was still able to see him for the first few days. We weren’t supposed to talk on the phone, either, but he was given allowance to call for different supplies he needed. He complained to me more than once about other men in the house, and chores he was given to do. You see, my husband grew up as an only child and was spoiled in regards to having to share or clean up after himself.
It was a Friday night, and it had been about one week since my husband had been in the house. I was at my grandparent’s house with some other family members and I remember feeling so happy; so relieved. My family was also glad because they knew my husband is a good person with a horrible problem. Well I got a call from the house and figured it was my husband. It was not. It was one of the facilitators. He explained that he had taken a small group of men to a local AA meeting (which was common) and that my husband had gone out to smoke and never returned. I have to tell you, maybe I was naive, but I thought something could have happened to him. First of all, he had absolutely no money to get himself home. The meeting was two towns away from our home. It would have been crazy (and unlike my husband) to walk that far. The meeting was also in a downtown area which was not the safest place to be. I was pretty worried and had no way of contacting him. I had to just wait to see what happened.
I called a good friend and we went driving around the downtown area, looking in local bars. I thought, if he went AWOL from a sober house, surely the first thing he would do is go to a bar, and this area was rife with them. We drove around for a couple hours, at least. I decided to go home but ended up staying the night at another friend’s house, just so I wasn’t alone, as I was pretty upset at this point. The next morning, I called his mother and explained what happend. We both decided we should check local hospitals to see if he had ended up there. I was going to go home, get dressed and pick her up. I went home and the animals greeted me and I walked into the kitchen. I was caught off guard from seeing broken glass all over the floor. Did someone break in? The back door had been broken and a brick was nearby. I walked back into the living room and sure enough, there he lay on the couch…I hadn’t even seen him when I first came in! He was passed out. I was furious. By this time, my family was calling to see if I’d heard anything and I told them about the door. A little while later they came over to replace the glass in the door. Nothing was really said after that. Come to think of it, I think that’s when the relationship between my husband and grandfather went south. I think he lost a lot of respect for him after that stunt.
Like I said, this happened back in 2003 maybe? I can’t really remember now. Every year is the same, with the drinking and sickness and promises. Having said that, he is still doing well as of this morning. He went to a meeting Thursday and Friday nights and we have plans tonight and he has an appointment this afternoon that I am certain he wouldn’t miss…so, I am safe for at least 24 hours. As the days go by since he last drank, I will start to think it’s going to happen any day now. That’s just how it goes.