Who's fault?
Yesterday he called me for
the first time in weeks. When I don’t hear from Justin I know he is using heroin.
He lost his job at the pizza place and was worried about getting Christmas for
his daughter Rae Lynn. He stressed to me how his plans never seem to work out.
I fought back tears
listening to him, and like so many times before, I said, “Justin, you need to
go back to rehab and after rehab you can come back home.” He said, Aunt Chell I’m not worried about the withdrawals,
it’s staying clean-long term.”
He doesn’t seem to understand
that he will have to go to meetings all of his life to fight this demon. He did
so well when he came out of rehab. He was strong; a little more educated and
was not embarrassed about his disease. He knew what had to be done to stay
clean. I thought it was best if Justin
went and lived with his dad because he would not be so close to the temptation
that lived so close around me.
After a few days out of rehab,
he didn’t think he needed to go to any meetings. I told his dad, the meetings
are the key to Justin staying clean. However, his dad is one of those
uneducated people I mentioned in a previous post. His dad agreed with Justin that he did not
need meetings. He just needed to stay away from his mother, and low life’s (his
words). It took about a month or so
before he started using again. He now
lives with his mother.
I heard his struggle when we were talking on
the phone. His voice kept cracking fighting back the tears. He said, “Aunt Chell, I need to come home, I
will never get clean here.” And once
again, I told him he had to go back to rehab, and then he could come back
home.
