Today was a really hard day. One of those days that rock you to your core. Well, at least it did me. I’m sure not everyone has days like this.
I had to use tough love on someone today who I love very, very much. But I couldn’t sit back and silently watch him self-destruct. I had had enough. And when I get to that point, you better hold on, it’s going to get bumpy.
I have never disrespected this man one day in my almost 40 years of life. But when my mouth finally opened, years and years of pent up anger and frustration were let loose. I wasn’t proud of how I said it, but I was proud that it was finally said.
Never again do I want it to get to this point, and I’m really hoping it won’t. I had to tell this person that if he continued on the path with alcohol that I was not going to watch anymore.
I brought up the fact that he pulled me from the depths of hell and saved my life, how unfair was that of him to do that and then make me sit back and watch him drink himself to death. I was fed up. He’s on medication for blood pressure and a strong pain med and is preparing for surgery next week. I told him if he continued drinking the way I know he has been, that he would not make it through the surgery.
20 minutes of my life spent sobbing uncontrollably and screaming into the phone, begging for change while slamming my fist into the floor. I won’t survive ever having to do that again. I only hope and pray that I made a difference. He promised me he would stop. It’s on him if he doesn’t.