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Aug 31, 2009 - 0 comments

I thought they would make it, somehow beating all the odds and statistics the researchers throw out at us about everything from hair dye to how many actually manage to beat the big "A". addiction. They were doomed it seems, from the start, and me, really wanting to believe in them and hold fast to the picture of them beating it. All they allowed me to see was a sham, presenting a prettly picture on the surface while underneath it all they were using until as it always does, it reached that point of no return agin and all fell to bits. This time it was only as long as they had to test clean to keep the kids from being taken away. As soon as they passed that hurdle, no more random tests. The same as it ever was. They just got better at hiding it until it reached that addiction point of no return again.

They have joined all the multitudes of addicts unable to find it within themselves to leave their doc behind. Now they have dissappeared without a trace, all three kids in tow. Their choice for their lives and the grandkids lost with them wherever they are. The kids never had a choice, nor a chance. The legal system is useless. At this point I can only remember the child my daughter once was, and not the addict she is today, I saw the lights slowly dimming in the oldest grandkids eyes as they too realised where things were headed again but the pull to be with Mom and Dad is stronger than anyother they have at this point in time. I am hoping against hope the oldest will reach a different place one day and remember the phone number I made her memorize, which I will never change, hoping one day there will be a call, Nana, please come and get us.

Until then..

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