After a week of no drinking, my wife's old habits returned with a vengeance during a four-day bender. It all culminated with me telling her she had crossed my boundaries and I'd had enough.
After consulting with my father, my Al-Anon sponsor and an Al-Anon friend, I found the strength and courage to do what was right and called 911. The ambulance, sheriff's deputies and a fire engine were all at my house Sunday morning trying to revive my wife.
I didn't go see her in the hospital. My sister-in-law said my wife's blood alcohol content level was .46 and the nurse told her, "Whoever called the ambulance probably saved her life."
That evening, when the hospital released her, my in-laws brought her back to the house and guided her to bed.
"She needs to be in a treatment facility," my mother-in-law said. "You call and get all the information. Maybe you can take her tomorrow."
I thought about everything that's happened and all I've been through.
That's when I pleaded with my in-laws to take her back with them to another state. They did. That was four days ago. Yesterday, I texted my wife that she wasn't welcome back into our lives until she's sober. I can't put myself or the kids through this anymore.
When she promised she'd get better, I asked how she planned to accomplish that goal. "I don't know, one day at a time," she texted back.
I asked if she had considered professional help. "Yes, but we're waiting for you to get us the information."
"No," I wrote back. "This isn't my addiction or my problem. I'm not going to be a messenger between the treatment facility and you and your mom. I'm not calling."
Her response was two words: "Ok. Fine."
I went to an Alanon meeting yesterday, connected with my sponsor and another Alanon friend.
I think I'm doing the right thing, but it's so damn hard and hurts so much.
Now, time to get on with my life.