The perils of drunk dialing..

Tis Monday, the sun is shining and all is not so well in my world! Well, it could definitely be worse but still…

Friday was fine. I registered our marriage and pottered all day and had a fine old time. K came back on Saturday around lunchtime and it was a pleasure to have him back. That said, he had received the sad news from a nurse the day before that his father is pretty much on his last legs so the next 2 weeks or so are going to be pretty stressful. They have opted for palliative care for him now, given that there is little chance of him making a recovery of any sort, but as for timings we can only just wait and see and pray that he has peaceful and painless days until the end.

Having spent a week in Southampton on his own, K and I were just relieved to get some time together and relax. We did pretty much the same on Sunday, with a trip to Greenwich as it was such lovely weather. All would have been fine (though subdued given the sadness over his dad) had my mother not decided to text out of the blue. Suffice to say the fact that it arrived in the early hours of Saturday morning, suggesting strongly that she was very drunk. The content was abusive, rambling and stopped abruptly, so she had either passed out at that point or given up. In summary, it was much the same as the usual rubbish, with additional demands over my returning the deposit for my flat sooner rather than later and the new revelation that I have been cut out of their will. Nice. Not.

Rather than blowing my top (my initial and very strong instinct!!), I waited until lunchtime today to call my dad and ask him to ask her to desist. He didn’t answer his mobile so I left a message and am awaiting a call back. I suspect I may have a long wait as I decided that the nature of his recent email meant he could have done one of 2 things. Either he sent it as a fishing exercise, so that I would divulge information and give them new ammunition, or he sent it to try and mend fences but my mother didn’t like the content of my reply and responded in her own inimitable fashion without his blessing. Either way, I feel he ought to be given a chance to tell me rather than me presuming I know that he was being malicious. I really do hope he contacted me in innocence and with good intentions and that the drunken drivel from her was of her own doing. We shall see, but if nothing else, he will at least have to interrogate her first about the content if he is unaware.

So, having dealt with all this, I am pleased to say that I am definitely still dry. Yip, over 2 months now and counting!! Perhaps the message simply reinforced how dreadful drunk people can be, reminding me why I don’t ever want to get like that again. My mother may, much to her chagrin if she knew, have actually done me a favour!!! I didn’t even contemplate a drink as I felt so much stronger being virtuous and resisting the temptation to drown my sorrows. I was actually quite elated that I no longer got myself in such a state and was only reminded of the many, many times she has abused me when sozzled in the past. It is a shame if this is a sign of my bridge-building with the family having failed, but it may also be an indication of them no longer ‘singing from the same song sheet’. Who knows, but I should hopefully find out soon.