Watching you waste away

[threemeninaboat]

Zanwe, don't give Todd any pot, he's trying to quit, I wish I told you yesterday... Also, please wash my plates that are encrusted with your spagetti. Thank you. and some forks too, it's your turn.



Todd came over at 10 p.m., he never comes home until at least midnight. He got stoned and curled up on the couch and watched Tomb Raider... He didn't even eat a whole carton of ice cream... or make any bacon...

"I thought you were gonna stop smoking pot."
"Zane offered."
"So you're weak."
"Yes."
"You cried for 2 hours last night about how you need to put your life back together and stop getting stoned."
"I said a lot of things.... You're making my tummy hurt. All I wanted to do was watch a movie."
"Fine."

Later:

"So if I don't stop smoking pot you'll leave me."
"I said I'd leave you if you didn't put your life back together. And you can't think clearly enough to put your life back together unless you stop smoking pot."
"How do you know?"
"Intuition."


"I'm not getting drunk anymore."
"You drank a pitcher of beer last night."
"I gave most of it away."
"You were still almost drunk."
"I didn't drink that much at Burning Man."
"You were drinking 4 glasses of Absinthe a DAY, along with everything else."
"But I wasn't drunk."
"....."


Then we made up....

Now for the amusing part of our relationship, we speak our own languages to each other.

T:" You know what your language sounds like?"
N: "What?"
"In Cinderella, when the mice talk amongst themselves, you sound like them."
"You're close, it's based on the squrrils in 'The Sword in the Stone.'"
"Your speaking squrril to me?"
"Yup, kinda. But you're speaking mouse."
"humonamin."
"chicuo."

Comments

[firenflower.livejournal.com]

First of all, that language thing is damn adorable!
Also wanted to say, coming from a potsmoker who has their shit together, I'd worry more about alcohol as far as life-ruining is concerned. If Todd slips with pot, I wouldn't hold it to as high of a no-no as alcohol. He could just be trying to relax from the stress of trying so hard not to do something more intense. I've read you saying you don't do drugs, and I don't know you well enough to know if you're kidding or not. But I've come from a long line of drug addicts (pretty sad, huh) of at least 3 generations. I truly sympathize whith what you guys are going through, as I've watched it happen in my own family so many times. Your last entry was so truly heroic and beautiful. I wish you the best of luck. Be strong sister. I believe the love you guys share will perservere. Feel free to call me if you have any questions about helping Todd (I've been known to be a walking 12-step encyclopedia.) You can email me at freedom@tribble.net to get my number.

[manintheboat.livejournal.com]

I'm not worried about Todd drinking now, I really don't think he's drinking enough to be a problem, unless he's hiding it from me.
I, actually, don't do drugs. I have maybe a drink a week.
I've decided against sending him through MA, I've never seen 12 step really work and if he can't do it on his own, we'll try Rational Recovery.

Thanks for the support!

[firenflower.livejournal.com]

Sure thing, jellybean. I live for support. I, in fact, don't worry about anybody's drug use in my life unless it interferes with their job and/or relationships. And not "in the if you don't get your life together I'll leave kind of way," but in the "you say terrible things to me when you're high" kind of way. And it doesn't seem like Todd does that. And it also doesn't seem like Todd needs NA yet. You rawk! Keep it up!