So much has happened, it almost seems like a blur…I almost need a calendar or timeline to remember what happened when.
February 28- my boyfriend was fired and started drinking more heavily
March 15- he was admitted to the ER and then transferred to ICU and put into a medically induced coma with a breathing tube and ventilator (on life support) due to withdrawal from alcohol…that same night, I discovered he had been cheating on me
March 16- I moved his belongings out of my house into a storage unit, so he had no alternative besides going to rehab…from this day on I stayed at the hospital every single day (taking FMLA at work)
April 12- he was discharged from the hospital after 28 days (17 of them in the coma) while he was there, he contracted pneumonia and c.Diff and his kidneys were almost shut down
April 13- he left to go south with his parents, rather than rehab
April 25- he returned and rented an apartment a mile and a half from my house and the first night back, our dog died
May 2- I rushed him back to the ER, where he was diagnosed with c.Diff again and was admitted to the hospital for 20 days
June 18- we got into an argument via text and I told him to not contact me anymore
June 27- I found out that he had relapsed badly and was sent to a rehab in CA on June 21…no one told me
July 2- he called me from the rehab center and explained that he had spent the first week at a detox center…he gave me the name and address so I could send him cards…that night I googled the rehab and found out it was a horrible place, with no medical doctors or therapist, and immediately emailed my concerns to his family…his sister wrote me back that I was crazy and to leave their family alone
July 3- his father called me at night to say they were “getting him out of that place”…that he had called and told his parents all of the information I had corroborated in my email
July 4- he returned to his parents house
July 17- he came back to his apartment…I had previously told him that if he did not have a solid sobriety plan, then I was not going to be able to offer my support and that I needed space. He landed at 4 pm and within an hour and a half, a neighbor called to say she saw him driving back and forth on the main road by my house
I have had SUCH a hard time disconnecting from him. I have not been able to completely let go. Him not getting real help for his alcoholism and relapsing so quickly makes it easier for me to not talk to him. I also have had more of a chance to express to him my anger about his communication with the other woman, which I am still rightfully mad about. My sister and friends were REALLY concerned about him “stalking” me, whereas I think it is harmless and he was feeling nostalgic. We haven’t spoken at all since he came home. My best friend’s sister’s best friend was just murdered by her husband and so she was very upset about him being around my house.
I just feel like nothing has changed. It is a repeat of before…hospital/detox, go to his parents’ house for two weeks and return with no plan. He has no dog, no best friend (he moved to another state), no me, no job, no other friends. What is going to stop him from drinking again??? I know I cannot control him, but it is really hard to detach and not worry. I want to get to a place where I can care about him, but not have it affect my everyday life. My cousin has struggled with sobriety her whole life and I spoke with her and she made me understand more…she said that NOTHING stopped her from doing drugs- not losing her job or her kids or her money or her marriage. I truly think I understand now that I cannot save him. My loving him and supporting him is enabling him and doing more harm than good for both of us. I took a major step today and defriended him on Facebook, which seems petty, but it was still a way to stay connected. I am getting the courage to also delete him off of Instagram. I know I need a clean break, but this whole thing has been so messy and damaging and emotional and heartbreaking.
I think I need to find a way to start forgiving him. Not even for him, but for myself.