I had an uneasy feeling all day yesterday and I have always trusted my intuition, so I called my son. My phone number is blocked but I was hoping he would answer. He answered…and he was drinking.
He said that he had tried to get into “detox” but they had turned him away because he was “too drunk.” I think he said his blood alcohol was something like .4 something %.
After they refused to admit him, they sent him to the hospital. He stayed overnight and as soon as he got out, he bought some beer. While I was talking to him, he was walking to the store to get some more.
It was the “angry J*****” I was talking to.
I referred to J*** as Loser and J***** immediately said “my dad’s not a loser.” How quickly he came to that piece of shits’ defense.
Loser and the WTC are in F******. I had gotten a note from “somebody” letting me know that Loser was taking her to F****** the second week in December, to “spend time with my children.” The note went on to say they were going to have a “wonderful time together” and wanted to know “what I was going to be doing.”
I decided to email all four of my children to let them know that I had gotten that note. Since I’m not in touch with any of them, my question was “how could I have possibly known that they were coming down there and when?”
Only my oldest daughter replied and I got the impression that she was defending the WTC.
After all, EVERYBODYS’ wish is for Loser to be happy.
Let’s see. That WTC was fucking Loser while he was still married to me, warned Loser that he had better never choose his children over her again (according to Loser, after he decided to come see us for Christmas instead of staying with her) and told Loser that I should not think that I can come to S**** C******* any time I want to.
She’s a real prize, isn’t she…and certainly worth being defended.
I know my son said he wasn’t interested in meeting her…ever… and I wondered if he was angry because he knew that if he wanted to see Loser, he would have to see her. Remember, Loser said “if my kids don’t want to see her, then they’re not going to see their daddy.”
J***** didn’t mention anything about seeing her and I didn’t ask but what he did say was “I asked dad if he would help me get into a medical facility and he said “I can’t afford it.”
That sent me into a mental rage that was almost uncontrollable. Somehow I held it together and calmly and (probably inappropriately) said “did you say…well, you took that WTC overseas for three weeks. You could afford that, couldn’t you?”
After I calmed down and thought about it for a minute, it started to make sense. That WTC has student loans, has a house with a mortgage, has car payments, needs beer, needs cigarettes, loves to play pool, and couldn’t afford to pay her taxes so she had to “borrow” money from Loser.
If Loser is having to pay for all that, like I told him he would, then he probably can’t afford it. God knows, the needs of his WTC are FAR more important than the needs of his only son.
That WTC needs help paying her bills and Loser is “Johnny on the spot.” His son needs help and “he can’t afford it.”
J***** wasn’t asking him for money to buy a six-pack of beer or a carton of cigarettes or to pay “his taxes.” He was asking for help to try to get sober.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch somebody. I wanted to put an article in the newspaper and I didn’t care if it offended Losers’ self-proclaimed “celebrity status.” I wanted people to know how little this piece of garbage does and always has cared about his son. I wanted everybody to know that he calls his son “a worthless piece of shit.”
A cry for help is just that. A cry for help. J***** is now in a position that could very well end up costing him prison time. He can’t work and pay off his debts to the court system unless he gets sober. He can’t get sober without some kind of help.
In the past, J***** has always been forced to go into rehab. He has been ordered to go into rehab. He has gone into rehab for a few days, just to have somewhere to sleep for a few nights.
This time, he made the decision to do it himself and needed help. Loser had nothing to offer….as usual.
That means that, once again, it will fall to me. Loser has always taken great comfort in knowing that “I was always going to be there” which made it possible for him to concentrate on whoever his “flavor” of the week, or month or year was and not have to worry about anything.
So, what should I do? Do I really need that case of Boost or a new winter coat or should I find a facility and get help for my son?
Here comes the bitchiness. Should I help him get on the right track (one more time) so that I can hear him defend that lying, selfish, cheating, disease-giving, scumbag sperm donor who won’t give him the time of day, unless he’s trying to impress his WTC by pretending to care about him, in front of her?
Unlike Loser, I still remember that he is my little boy.