I got an e-mail, from Sam. Mark has moved in, with a druggie friend and is doing meth. He has been going to doctor's appointments, with her but, doesn't seem to want to straighten up and come home.
I don't want to be a meddling MIL but I think that she should cut him loose. It won't do her or the babies any good to have a drugged-out father around. I've never been involved, with a druggie but I did have an alcoholic husband, that I had to leave. Sometimes, you have to cut your losses and do what's best for yourself. Sam has the babies to think about, too.
As for Bill and me, we're barring Mark from our home, as long as he's doing drugs. Neither of us wants that kind of stuff here and Lord knows what kind of trashy people he's liable to bring around. Bill tossed his own son, years ago, for growing peyote in the yard.
I love Mark and worry about him and don't want him to wind up in prison or dead. This seems to be where he's headed, though. Since he's out of a job, he's liable to go back to supporting his habit, like before, by burglary.
Short of dragging him, by the hair, to rehab there doesn't seem to be anything that I can do. He's not a little kid, any more, who I can ground.
He had so much, going for him: good job, nice wife and babies on the way. Why throw all of that away, for a quick high? I don't get it.
I don't want to be a meddling MIL but I think that she should cut him loose. It won't do her or the babies any good to have a drugged-out father around. I've never been involved, with a druggie but I did have an alcoholic husband, that I had to leave. Sometimes, you have to cut your losses and do what's best for yourself. Sam has the babies to think about, too.
As for Bill and me, we're barring Mark from our home, as long as he's doing drugs. Neither of us wants that kind of stuff here and Lord knows what kind of trashy people he's liable to bring around. Bill tossed his own son, years ago, for growing peyote in the yard.
I love Mark and worry about him and don't want him to wind up in prison or dead. This seems to be where he's headed, though. Since he's out of a job, he's liable to go back to supporting his habit, like before, by burglary.
Short of dragging him, by the hair, to rehab there doesn't seem to be anything that I can do. He's not a little kid, any more, who I can ground.
He had so much, going for him: good job, nice wife and babies on the way. Why throw all of that away, for a quick high? I don't get it.