So, I confronted the adult child who is living at home on their lack of good coping skills. This one is so much like my husband. Total denial of any problem, attempt to place guilt on me for thinking they would be doing anything that is potentially harmful to themself, and emphatically stressing that I am all wrong and am presuming the worst.
I needed to say something, for this offspring of ours consumes 6-12 standard drinks per week in our house, plus who knows how much while out with friends almost every night. Pot smoking occurs frequently while in my house and often while out with friends. (It is illegal in our state.)
I recommended that this adult child move out so that they can get away from the dysfunction of alcoholism and work on achieving better mental health for themself. I told them that I have watched their dad utterly destroy his life and I cannot bear to watch it happen with them.
I wish there were a nice Hallmark movie type ending to this situation. It’s not happening yet. Since our little chat a couple days ago, this child has totally avoided me. They have deliberately chosen to not even speak or look at me while I try to make conversation.
I have been reading through a chapter a day in the book of Luke. Today’s chapter was on the prodigal son. So appropriate for my life right now. Waiting for my adult child to turn back to the love relationship with Jesus is hard. Waiting for the day when we can have a peaceful and civil conversation is hard. Trying to focus on my schoolwork is hard. Watching my husband be in pain and go for several days without eating much is hard. Knowing that the people I love are hurting is hard.
I think that it is time for me to take care of my own mental health. I have prayed. Now it is time for watching a movie and taking a nap. Schoolwork can wait.
One song that has been in my head today is “The Prodigal Son” by Keith Green. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HQ99mHmajI