Life with an addict is tough. I've been fortunate enough not to have ever had to live with one, but unfortunately, my children are not so lucky. For two years, my step children have lived with us while their mother spiraled out of contol drinking herself into near comas to escape whatever pain she was feeling. At 11 years old, my daughter was taking care of her little brother, making sure he was fed, bathed, and off to school on time. They've made comments about stepping around their mother while she was 'sleeping' on the floor to pop a hot dog in the microwave for breakfast. I could elaborate, but they're not in that situation anymore, and that part isn't relevant to their experience today.
Today, their mother disappointed them yet again.
The past several weeks have been a series of missed visits and phone calls. When this happens, the kids automatically assume Mom's back in rehab. But this time was different.
