I remember telling my children this. “If you have had too much to drink, I will come get you and I won’t ask questions.” And I followed through with that.
But when Charles wanted me to come get him in that last phone call, although he didn’t literally say, “come get me,” I didn’t. At first this was a huge boulder to carry and I punished myself constantly for it. And while I have forgiven myself, it will always sting.
The disease of addiction and all of its chaos scrambled my brain. The fear of the disease consumed me … Read more... “I will always come get you”