I just got off the phone with my mother. It was one of the saddest conversations we’ve ever had.
Sadder than when she called to say my grandfather died.
Sadder than the day she told me my 15-year-old dog had to be put to sleep.
Sadder than when she told me what kind of person my father really is, behind his thin veil of normalcy.
Today she kicked my brother out of her house and dropped him off at a gas station.. not knowing where or with whom he would go.
Today he was supposed to go back to rehab.. to a different inpatient treatment center. Today he refused to go and got an ultimatum.
Go to inpatient treatment, or leave.
The demons won.