(((((((Faith))))))))
So sorry for the worry and panic your feeling over your abf not showing up or calling. Sending prayers and hugs your way for strength and answers.
Last week, my as called me late in the evening.
He said that he'd broken his hand and needed a ride to a hospital.
I was at work and told him I would call him as soon as I was done.
About an hour and a half goes by, and I am finally able to call.
He's frantic, saying no one will take him. He said his dad was chasing him.
(they were both drunk) He also said that someone had called the police and that he was down the road and could see the lights of the cop car.
He was breathing loudly into the phone and telling me he had to hide. (he has warrants)
Then the phone went dead. I went nuts. I was crying and my husband says if you want to go out there, get your shoes on and let's go.
I thought about all the times I had "run" to my son, thinking that he neeeded me and if I were to help him, again, he would go to rehab and really try this time.
I said no. Then I called his dad's house. He answers and says that his grandma is taking him to the hospital. I said, "what about the police?"
He says, "oh, I guess they went down the road". aaarrrrggggg!
He did fracture a bone in his hand. They wrapped it, was going to give him a prescription for ibuprophen (sp?) 800mg. He threw the script back at her and told her that it wouldn't do sh*t for him.
Next day, I call and he had no recollection. None. He won't even bother to go to the specialist to have his hand fixed. Says he fine.
Here I was, terrified for him, and he was doing what addicts do.
Stirring up drama, chaos, and wanting everyone that enables them to come running. I can't do it anymore. I give it to God and just pray for his safety and health.
Try to get some rest. Try not to imagine awful things, and I'm sure you'll hear from him soon. Thinking of you,