I’m thinking Garbo. Just wanna be alon
e. Not the first to say it, not the last. I’m in the mood to be a drama queen. “Hey folks, over here! Look at me!” How about a little help over in this direction?
I almost cracked on Friday night. It was like this: My ex-husband called me and asked me to come over to his house to talk about Dan. Dan (my addict boy) has been living full-time with his dad. So i said sure and went over. On the way there, my middle boy, Al, called. His car was stuck on a highway in the snow storm during rush hour. He was 30 miles from the house. Could I come and pick him up? No. Then a few minutes into the chat with the ex, Dan called. He was with a friend driving to pick up the friend’s mom and their car slid on the ice and hit another car. Could I come and pick them up? No. Then my boyfriend texted, “Get dressed honey, I’m on my way and let’s get some italian and a glass of wine! Yay!” Then there was my ex in front of me, “So I need some advice, I just don’t know what to do with him anymore…” And in the midst of all of THAT, my daughter (15) texts and asks when I will be home because I promised to make her a grilled cheese sandwich and she’s hungry. MAKE IT YOURSELF!!!
I just want to be alone.
Now it’s Sunday morning and I’m feeling better. But Friday night…I hit overload. And you know what? My daughter got herself something to eat. Al got his car off the highway, and someone stopped and helped him get going again. Dan told his friend he’d have to handle things on his own and walked home to talk with me and his dad. My boyfriend didn’t wait for me and went home. And my ex cooked a dinner so that I would have something to eat. Sometimes saying no is the best thing.
I still haven’t had any time alone. And I still want it. I still sometimes want to throw a little fit so someone will stop and take care of me for a change. But that’s okay. This is a long, hard road sometimes, and I don’t have to be perfect. How about you?
Some of you have been living with this already, I know. Last night Dan’s dad had to let him go to the streets. We discovered he has taken things from our homes to pawn to get drug money. We drew that boundary awhile ago — steal from us and you’re out. So he’s out. I guess I can be thankful the snow is gone and we’re having warm weather. Last time we kicked him out he lived in his car. But now he has no car…and no phone. So he’s out there somewhere. Takin’ it to the streets. 
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 