It was so quiet at work today. I liked it a lot. No one was whining. Every one was working. The poor UPS driver got inundated with packages from the last several days. I counted 48 outgoing.
While my co-workers were behaving and working, my child chose today to beg. He seemed to be under the mistaken impression that because he wasn't asking for money daily that I should give in today. He learned otherwise. I am still working hard on my boundaries. I don't care what the story is. When he is in treatment then I will consider helping. While he is making different choices I will not.
In fact I had this conversation with my friend Michael. Her sister is also an addict and does the exact same crap. We as relatives give in a lot because we are relatives and want to believe the best. Always. And then we learn over and over and over that we are just being used while the addict chooses addiction rather than recovery.
So I traded drama at work for drama in the family. Seems like that is the way it works.
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