Atlantean
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OK. So let me give a quick review so anyone new to the forum or who may have missed out on the latest unwanted drama in my life can catch up to speed.
My husband and I had separated, had a few discussions on reconciliation and the last one that totally broke my heart was when he told me some easy girl hed been with was pregnant, and it could be his. He also informed me that he was still seeing someone up to the very point that were speaking, and I just told him "don't call back, don't come back'.
Well the hugeness on finding out this new information on top of having all my regained trust and hope crushed like a jellybean under a dinosaur (dont know where I came up with that one, but oh, well...). It should be noted I tried my heardest to find someone to contact that night before I drank, mom was working, pat and kent were out of town, and I even paged my therapist. ...Nothin. So yeah, after having almost a month sober ( really isnt a big deal because I was never a complete drunk and/or frequent drinker, anyway)I blew it and got some beer, we went to my neighbors house and we drank some beer. Just a 12-pack, no big deal not talking like getting crap-faced or whatever, just to social interaction and emotional letting it out of tossing a few back (over a several hours period) then going back home and doing my thing. That was wednesday, the 29th.
Skip ahead to Tuesday, 7th April. I(m on the couch (so to speak) and I confide that I blew my sobriety and was having thoughts in my head of drinking, but that I hadnt since that night)..
Now Skip ahead to the point where On Friday, Child Protective Services knocks on my door with a cop and takes my son from me. At first I thought it was the enraged ex husband, or some trick of his to try to take Alex from me, but the next day for some reason I called Dr. {edit: removed name} and I asked him point blank if he was the one who did it, and he confessed. So I acknowledged that I appreciated his honesty, told him to cancel all future appts we had scheduled for the next month, but let him know that I thought he was out of bounds, but again that I respected his honesty on the matter.
I mean at what point to you cross the line between what's okay and what's not okay to tell your therapist without dire repercussions from it? I mean, the charge in concern for lack of supervision, but that's ridiculous, I mean not only was my son safely in his car seat for the entire time, but the woman's daughter and son-in-law were there and they were stone cold sober.
And when I say "I blew my sobriety", does he have automatic connotations come to mind that now all of the sudden Im going to turn into some rip-roaring, biker-chain wearing drunk with a Harley and some cheek less leather chaps or something, because that obviously was what it meant to me. I simply meant Id blown it, but it was a one time thing, not to be an ongoing problem or anything like that.
I mean where does he get off?
And now, hopefully I get my son back tomorrow, but god, what I I don't, how will I cope with this?
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