I did not like the sound of breaking up, at all – not even with PKN. Deep down I knew this was not the guy for me. I knew we didn’t work. Plus, we each had a heartache the other didn’t understand or even want to understand. However, my addiction had convinced me otherwise. I thought I needed him. I wanted a happily ever after. I wanted to love him. I would even say the words to him, but each time they would catch in the back of my throat and I would swallow a burning tear. I wanted my Rich Rust.
M and E were staying with Rich’s Aunt and Uncle in Kennedy Twp. I would take 2 buses there to have a short, supervised visit with them. It was excruciating and humiliating. I was so ashamed. Then I would some how make my way back to the X’s apartment in Sq. Hill. I pretended liked the recovery meetings I was going to in the East End. (Not really, I just didn’t want to be alone.) I had a key to his place so I would go there or I’d convince him to pick me up. He would let me sleep over, but he would continually tell me that I wasn’t his girlfriend. I would shush him and say, “Yes, I am”. I knew it was a band-aid. I knew I should have cut ties with him.
I was insane – off the rails. Apparently, I’m a very good password decoder/guesser because I always seemed to know his. I would snoop. I would search through his things and his computer. I was always looking for lies, betrayals and misbehavior - even before we broke up. I never trusted him. Eventually, I found what I was looking for – steamy text messages to another girl and condoms beside his bed. He said I deserved it.
I cried and I screamed at him, “How could you?!?!” He screamed back he had enough of my egregious behaviors and asked me what did I expect was going to happen. He couldn’t take it any more.
I used to always throw the line at him, “You knew what you were getting into!”
He quickly responded repeating me, “You knew what you were getting into!!!! I love that line! Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but I sure know what the fuck I’m getting out of!!!”
I have to say, in present tense that remains one of my favorite lines that ever came out of his talking head! I certainly didn’t find it amusing at the time, though. I was all like, “How dare you?!?!” lol “Shut your mouth!! I know what you are!!” That moment always reminds me of Peter Gabriel’s Digging in the Dirt.
It was really over then. I had to face my real pain – Madi and Ethan. I think I would hold on to the illusion of a relationship with PKN so I didn’t have to face my reality. He was a good guy on paper – just not in person. I liked the idea of him, but like I said it was an illusion – way too toxic. He was no saint. I was no angel. I was ill.
I was not being a good mom. I loved them so much, but my heart just ached for Rich. My thoughts would always go to how much they lost by not getting to know him. I had to numb. Not only did they lose their dad, they lost their mom. I was not there emotionally for them.
When I went to visit, it was so hard to leave them. Madi would beg me to take her home with me with tears streaming down her face. Ethan was angry. He’d tell me to, “just go”. I would try so hard to not cry in front of them. I’d assure them this was temporary and they’d be home soon.
It was Easter 2011 and the kids went to stay the holiday with my sister in Greensburg. I was able to go as well, but I wasn’t actually allowed to sleep in the same house as them or be alone with them. It was sickening. The three of us sat together and hugged and played games. The confusion on their little faces broke my heart.
The three of us were in the game room with pillows and blankets. Madi would not fall asleep. I think she was fearful that I would be gone when she woke up. She kept saying, “Mommy, talk to me, keep talking to me.” I held her tight thinking about the beer in the refrigerator. I thought to myself, “She’ll fall asleep and this will be the last time I take a drink. I’ll be okay after just one more time.” Addicts will typically believe it really will be only one more time.
I watched them sleep. I touched their faces and moved their hair. I cried. I prayed. I pleaded with myself and God.
I did NOT take a drink that night.
April 9, 2011 – My first day of sobriety - for Madi and Ethan. (See what I did there?)