Today is one of those sad days. It was preceded by happy days. I had stopped writing here for awhile because things were going along fairly smoothly and I was happy to take a break from defining myself as “the mother of an addict.” But here I am again.
Today my ex husband discovered that there were checks missing from his checkbook. He called the bank and yes, indeed, my addict son had stolen checks from his dad and written them to himself and cashed them. Then my ex realized he had a box of checks up in his closet. He took a look for them and found that one whole set of checks was missing. He called the bank and closed his account. It’s a sad day.
My son called and cried when he realized we knew. There are two of him. The real one and the addict. And we see who’s winning.
My prayers are continual. And I feel like … I feel like my son has died, and yet there can be no funeral. As if he has been kidnapped maybe; only there is no ransom we can pay to get him back.