First up - my youngest son. I love him. Some folks here know that he is the main reason I joined MWO and quit drinking in the first place. But he has broken my heart again. He has done FIVE Christmases with his GF's family this season. Yes, five! I wasn't even on the radar. So when he called to see how I was doing (today when he was on his way to another family get-together), I was honest for a change. I told him that I was hurt by his lack of care, and it was certainly not ok. He assured me that they could find time for me in their tight schedule. Sorry, I don't want to be an afterthought. I told him "no thank you" in the nicest sort of way. I know I was a drunk in the past, and I deserve a lot of this treatment, but many in her family are total alcoholics, or worse, and that seems to be ok with them. I'm very hurt and confused. But, I do have my other son, and I'm extremely close to my nephew, so I must be doing something right.
Last up - my brother. I have watched him self-destruct his whole adult life - drugs, alcohol, cigarettes - you name it, he's done it, to an extreme. I have stood by his bedside while he battled sepsis, pancreatitis, bleeding into his stomach, and other assorted life-threatening illnesses, all brought on by his addictions. I've watched my parents suffer. I've watched his children suffer. It's been a nightmare. So now he has cancer. Bad cancer. I was there today. He isn't supposed to drink anything. The doctors say it is very dangerous due to a complication from his surgery. So I was shocked to see him drink something through a straw that his GF brought him. I gently admonished him, but figured what the hell...he's been through so much...what's a little Pepsi. Then I took a closer look and smell. Oh my God!!! OMG!!! OMG!!! Yes, there was AL in that drink. I can't breathe. I came home and got sick. I dragged his GF outside and asked her what the hell was going on. I yelled. She yelled back. It wasn't good. My brother is certainly going to die. Oh Shit! My poor parents. So I know this secret, and I can't tell anyone in the family, because it won't make it difference. It will only make things worse for those I love. I want them to keep their fantasy because there's really no point in an intervention at this point. He has Stage 4, aggressive cancer!! But I'm pissed. I'm done. I need to back away. No more shit sandwiches.
I am going to go have a good cry now. Sorry to lay this on all of you on Christmas, but that's probably the main reason I am so upset tonight. Take care everyone.
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