H has still been calling regularly, but most calls have been okay. Just updates on what’s going on in her life and checking to see how things are at home. She spoke positively on her experiences thus far and seemed to have a different take on her future. Until Wednesday that is…
Wednesday at dinner I got a call from H. She was sobbing hysterically and saying that she was leaving. She told me that she was calling her father and going to stay with him because she knew she couldn’t come home. My stomach tightened and my heart started to race. It’s funny how we go from zero to sixty in 2 seconds when we get these calls from our kids. We had an earthquake on that very afternoon (5.5 on the richter scale) and I had the very same feeling. My center was shifting and I felt like I was falling.
Panic button pressed, alarm bells ringing, sirens screaming…
I tried to get her to calm down enough to talk to me. It took a few minutes but eventually it came out that she is having a difficult time with the other women in the house (with the exception of one, apparently). They are all much older than her which makes the situation more difficult for everyone, I imagine. They say she is a self-centered brat, she says they are mean, b***hes. But they seriously out number her (12 to 1, I think) so this is not a healthy situation. After me trying to talk rationally to her for about 5 minutes she hung up. There went my dinner. There went my evening. I tried really hard to detach from the situation but didn’t quite succeed.
An hour later I called the treatment center back. The young man that I spoke to said she was out. Panic again…Then he mentioned that she was at a meeting and that he had overheard our conversation and knew what was going on. He said that she was calmer when she left for the meeting and that he has been there for 5 months and been through some difficult times there himself. I asked if there was a counsellor on duty and wondered if they knew of the situation. He said he would let them know, in they weren’t aware of what was going on. By the time we hung up, I felt a lot better. I didn’t want to call the counsellor myself because IT’S NOT MY PROBLEM, right? But at least now I knew that they could intervene if they felt it was necessary but without my interference.
I didn’t sleep too well Wednesday night. Tossed and turned a whole lot. Tried to pray and turn it over to God. It was a bit of a struggle though.
I did speak to H on Thursday. She called to let me know that she was okay and felt better. She had gone to a meeting and then spent some time with her sponsor. She had also spoken to the counsellor. It seems that they must have spoken to the other women, because she said they are either being nicer or ignoring her altogether. She’s back to saying that she won’t stay longer than the original three months. We’ll see. Hopefully, she can get back on a positive track and look at things differently.
I’m just glad that the crisis has passed and that it was the only one this week. A small thing, but one that I am exceedingly grateful for.
On another note, I’ve updated my other blog about what else is going on in my life: www.asfarashome.blogspot.com