On Friday H came over in the evening dropped the money for the little one and played with him for a bit then left, called me an hour later to let me know he was going to see our son Saturday afternoon. Well things got pretty interesting on Saturday morning...I was doing some chores and it was around 815 am when he came home! I was very surprised, because usually H comes over in the afternoons or evenings. Our son was in the living room playing with his toys, H held him close to him and cried. H looked very distressed. I was in the kitchen moping and I could hear him bawling and saying"I miss you potato head". Then he told my mom that he wanted to talk to me. I went in the living room, sat down on the couch and we talked...and oh boy we talked. He let it all out.
H: Amelie, I'm so sorry for all the things I did to you. I'm a horrible human being...I want you to know before you found out from other people that...yes, I got involved a month ago with another woman and this woman has a serious drug problem, I even tried drugs with her and partied with her. ( I felt as if someone just punched my belly right there). A week ago I broke it off with her because I realized that she has a serious problem.
Me: (listening keeping my cool and holding my tears back)
H: I was spending all my money on booze "and blow". I am extremely depressed, I need help. I cant stay another day at my friend's place because they are all into that lifestyle. I feel so bad for them because they are all good people and they are slowly killing themselves. I feel even sorry for the woman I got involved with because she has a kid and she's messed up.
Me:(still listening...and thinking "WTF?!! He got involved with another woman and to boot he's now a depressed alcoholic and tried drugs?!")
H: Amelie, we were drinking and doing "blow" until 6am this morning, She wanted to buy more with my buddies. I looked at the picture and I told myself "wth am I doing in here?" So I left her place and when I was crossing the street, a car hit me. I jumped right on the windshield. The driver stopped and got off the car to see if I was ok, he was scared so was I. I told him I was ok and he even gave me his number. I have bruises but nothing is broken. After that incident I decided to come here and hug my son, because my life flashed right there before my eyes when I got hit by the car. Amelie, I'm so sorry, I think I'm still high on that sh*t, I need to sleep, I haven't slept in days.
Me: Ok first things first, how many times a week were you doing that sh*t?
H: Only on the weekends sometimes 3 times, we'd spend almost 3 g's on that...I was destroying myself, I'm a piece of sh*t...
Me: You need help, professional help. Because do you want our son to grow up and know that his dad is a drug addict?
H: I know I need help, and I don't want my potato head to know I'm like this
Me: I'm going to admit this has been like a punch in the gut. I knew you had a problem with booze but now you are doing that crap...
H: Please, help me (starts to sob)
Me: Ok, I'm gonna help you, you look like you need to sleep, go upstairs take a shower and sleep.
