Keeping what happened simple.
Shortly after RR died I left my
teaching career. I always worked with
at-risk youth in non-traditional classrooms in places such as Allegheny County
Jail and Shuman Detention Center, etc. I
just could not do it anymore. I could not bear the thought of questions about my husband.
Plus, I could not hold a conversation with anyone without crying. (That lasted for years!)
While I was still pregnant with
Ethan, several local musicians and friends came together and put on a benefit
concert for me and the kids. It was
called “Friends of Rich Rust” and it was bittersweet. I loved seeing how loved he was. Plus, it helped to cushion the financial blow
of going from two decent salaries to zero.
And, of course, we did not have life insurance – it never even crossed
our minds before cancer. He was only 32.
I was able to put a down payment
on the house in North Hills where we still live. I spent about two years not working, sending
the kids to daycare, spending recklessly and steadily increasing the number of
glasses of wine it took in the evening to not feel or dream.
Funds ran out and I had to go
back to work. I took a job in the
treasury department of a pretty big Pittsburgh based corporation. Oh dear - rapid decline in my emotional
health which was already delicate.
Corporate America is
terrifying. “I am a social services
person! What am I doing here?” I’m a “hey, somebody save that whale” kind of
person. I pretty much spent my time
there working on the “Penske file”. http://www.penskefiles.com/the-penske-file.html
Guilt. I cried everyday on my way to work. It was a sense of how can I possibly move
forward without Rich. It was unnatural. There were people who had to report to
ME. I prayed everyday that they would
not cross my office threshold with questions.
On the plus side – those folks
were drinkers! “Two-beer Tuesday?”!! Count me in!
I started in mid December and on my second day - there was a luncheon at
the Sheraton Station Square. My new boss
handed me a glass of wine at 11am. “Nice. I’m going to get along just fine here.”
Soon enough two-beer Tuesday
became every day at the bar downstairs. If
only it ended there, but it would continue at home until I had to begin the
next day.
One Friday evening after imbibing
in more than my share, again, I drove home.
There was nothing unusual about that.
I was having a daily pity party.
No one else was invited nor did I think of anyone else. I pulled into my driveway and the police
pulled in right behind me.
I imagine that for most people a
DUI would be horrifying and embarrassing enough to pause and think about where
your lack of concern for yourself, your children and for society is taking you. It just does not work that way when you are
lost in the madness of addiction.
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