Sat 3 Jan 2009
The doorbell rang at 11:15pm last night. I was upstairs in the bedroom reading and listening to music. Grudgingly, I put on my walk-around slippers and went to answer the door.
Upon opening the door, the woman standing on the other side didn’t look very well. She looked rather, how can I put this nicely, completely trashed.
I’ve know this woman and her soon-to-be-ex husband for about a decade. To be honest, I was wrong about these two – I thought they were a terrific couple. Only problem was that he was a closet cocaine user and she a non-social drinker, meaning she regularly got sloshed at home when no one was looking. In public, they appeared wonderful together. Behind the doors of their home, apparently the demons of life got the best of them.
In early 2008, they decide to divorce.
He cleaned himself up and got help for his closet addiction. Last April, he told me that he checked himself into a rehab center and got clean. He’s been seeing a psychologist to help him deal with issues that led him to cocaine abuse. Just a few weeks ago, he announced that he was offered a rather comfortable job in Los Angeles, one that he decided to accept. His new job begins on February 2nd. Until then, he hoped to reach some conclusion to his divorce and move on with his life.
She has been in a downward spiral. Her once quiet drinking issues are now public. Last night, she drunkenly told me that she passed out at a bar in White Plains on New Year’s Eve and woke up in the hospital with vomit covering her blouse. On Christmas Eve, she got so drunk at her parents house, her father threw her out (though I don’t know if that was the best thing to do). And on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, a day she had off of work, she got so inebriated she forgot to pick her children up at school.
Her children are in kindergarten and second grade.
As you could guess, her soon-to-be-ex was obviously furious at her for this one. On the Monday following Thanksgiving, he amended his divorce petition to include sole custody of their two children.
This past Tuesday, her attorney informed her that the judge most likely will rule in favor of her husband on his amended petition. There are several reasons why, but the major one you can probably already guess. That means her children will most likely be moving to California with her husband in a few short weeks if the judge rules before then.
All of this was too much for her, so her past few days have been filled with alcohol, sedatives, and vomit.
Last night, she found herself at a bar in Hackensack with a friend from work. At around 10 o’clock and after five glasses of scotch, she found herself in her car driving around, looking for Route 4. She pulled into the Target parking lot and searched her Blackberry for directions. Instead, she decided to come here.
At 11:15pm, she pulled into the church parking lot and stumbled her way to my front door. Surprised to see her, I invited her in. While making a pot of coffee, she let all her sadness and pain come out. For the next couple of hours, all she did was talk and drink a boat load of black coffee (she usually takes it with milk and sugar, but I drink skim milk and use Splenda, both of which she sees as “bad for you”).
By around 2:30am, she was quite sober again. “I haven’t felt normal in a long time,” she said to me as we sat at the kitchen table. For another half hour or so, we chatted about what she was going to do with her life.
“I only have one choice.”
At 8:30ish this morning, the phone rang. The Caller ID showed her name, so I picked it up.
“I’ve decided to clean myself up,” she said. Instead of going home, she ended up going to a hospital to find out about how she could get help for her drinking. Being that it was early in the morning, there wasn’t much help at the hospital. One of the nurses gave her a number of an AA director in the area.
This morning at 6am, she met this gentleman at a diner. He explained what she had to do, but that by her making the first step, she showed she wanted to get clean.
When she called me this morning, she was at home just finishing up dumping all her alcohol down the toilet. She had a long list of bottles. The one number that still surprises me is that she had 29 bottles of vodka in her house.
29!!
But not now. From the side of her house, she dragged a garbage can inside and began breaking the empty glass bottles. She said this was her symbolic way of breaking with her past.
I told her that I wanted to write about this episode because it was a good one. For a while I’ve been writing about the bad things that have happened to me or to others. It has been rare when I can write about something good.
She gave me the OK, with the caveat that I keep her name out of it. That was a given, I told her.
Of course, today was her first step. The next step, and the other after that, will be the challenge. But I hope she is on the right path.
Not a bad way to start a Saturday, huh?
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