~They always come back~

 

 

 

More about Adam

 

Last evening I went down to Adam's place to bring his daughter, Heather, a Valentine's card & some bubble bath I had ordered from Avon several weeks ago.  He was on his cell phone & smoking a cigarette outside.  I knocked & went indoors and pasted the Dora stickers which came with the card on the bubble bath bottle until he came indoors.  Heather was applying stickers to my shirt and his  when he asked me if I would mind "watching her while he ran to the store".  I offered to go along and stay in the car while he shopped if Heather wanted to go with.  He declined, I assumed he was going to go buy some cigarettes.

 

 

By the time Adam got back from the store Heather &  I were playing with her stuffed animals and the in the bedroom.  A few minutes later he came  in.  As we watched his daughter play he started looking me in the eye again. 

 

 

Eventully we went out to the kitchen area to "color" and he was talking about his problems with  workman's compensation and the insurance company of the woman who hit him with her car.  A woman at Innisbrook where he was working was backing up her car, didn't see his golf cart, hit him, broke bones C-3-thru C-6 in his neck and 3 in the lumbar spane.   His was hospitalized for 8 months in traction, endured surgery where metal plated and screws where used to repair the injuries. 

Where the problem lies is that he did go back to work with restrictions, but his does carry heavy objects and carried Heather.  Workmen's Comp came up with pictures of him tossing his daughter up in the air in the pool and carrying TV's from Condos at the Resort.  Many pictures and even an hour and half those were videoes.

 

 

As he was telling me what was going on I glanced over & on the counter and noticed a short glass with ice & brown liquid.  Ahh!! 

 

He was drinking Scotch, I knew it and he also knows I don't approve of him drinking during his 2 days of visitation  with Heather.  I had told him that when he had been drinking beer one day.  I continued to listen and he told me he had so much going on in his life, "it's not you, it's me", Then he started getting teary (why does Scotch do that to men?),  he turned his back to me, rubbed his eyes, then reached into the refirgerator to fetch ice cubes, dropped them into the glass.  The he reached under the sink and pulled out a bottle and filled the glass 3/4 of the way up.  ::sigh:: 

 

It dawned on me...He went to the store to buy himself a bottle.

 

 

Fifteen minutes later, I was headed for the door when Adam asked Heather if it was OK if I came out for Valentine's dinner on Thursday. I hesitated, but agreed.  He walked me outside, gave me a hug and said he was so sorry he didn't mean to push me away.  He just had so many problems, so many plans for us and nothing was working out.  Of course, I asked him why he didn't talk to me about these things before. 

That's what friends do. 

 

 

We hugged for a long time, as he literally cried on my shoulder.  As I was thinking, Geezzz, and a drinking problem, too......Great!! 

 

 

I will be a friend, I will probably tell him drinking is only going to add to his problems, but I am not putting myself in a position where I will have to "modify" his drinking behavior. 

Nope, not me...I "ain't gonna do it".  It just won't work unless he decides to stop it.

 

 

 

 

 

BTW, I am not going to dinner with them.  Mama Snowbird called and asked if we were still going to the Florida State Fair Thursday.