Our mortgage was four months overdue and my mother had to call my grandfather and ask for the money to pay the mortgage before the house was foreclosed on. I was then told that my mother was addicted to heroin, we had lost every bit of money we had, and that she had to start attending a methadone clinic and a sober living home. I was in shock as well as my two other sisters. However, we all stood by her anyway we could. I can remember having to leave work to take her to receive her methadone. Two long years later after I had moved out, my father moved out and our family home went into foreclosure. We had lost everything including the house, vehicles, and monetary savings.
My mother who maintained her job with a major car manufacturing plant would manage to lose her job. She was so heavy into heroin that she would write take 6-8 weeks off of work every three months or so to binge. All three times that she did take “sick leave” she would return with a fake doctor’s note. Finally, her employer decided to confirm her note and she was fired. She lost over $300,000 in life insurance policies, medical and dental insurance for my sister and I as well as two grandchildren, her retirement and every other benefit that came with her job.
My father moved into an apartment on one side of town and my mother moved into an apartment on the other side of town, although they continued to see each other. This was expected because no matter what my dad did to my mom, she would never leave him. He had been an alcoholic, been in prison, beat her, broke her nose, and cheated on her every other week.
What no one expected is that my father would become addicted to cocaine and then crack. Cocaine and crack are the same drug and they come from the same plant, the coca plant. However, crack is chemically changed so that it can be smoked instead of snorted as with cocaine. Crack only takes 10-15 seconds after a “hit” for it to reach the brain and has a more intense high than coke. Cocaine on the other hand takes 10-15 minutes. Anyhow, as we were trying to help my mother recover from her addiction, we now had my father’s addiction to contend with.
Within a year, my mother finally refused to see my father. He then overdosed on crack with me in the house and quite breathing. After I called 911, officers “tazed” him as he kept falling over. Anyhow, he was in the intensive care unit (ICU) for three days. We finally thought he had learned his lesson. Less than two months later he went to jail. He would go to stores and purchase items with bad checks and then take them to a pawn shop for cash. While in jail he lost his apartment, all of his belongings, his fairly decent credit history, his job, and not to mention his pride. Once again, we had hope that he learned his lesson. Somehow or another he managed to get his old job back as an auto parts store manager. Within his first week back, he went to the store at 4:00 a.m. and stole over $400 from the safe. The worst part is, I worked at the same place he did.
Several years later they are still living the life of havoc they created for themselves and I have not talked to either of them in 6 or 7 months. My mother, who is 50 years old, lives with my sister and changes jobs frequently. My father, who is 53 years old, lives with his mother and has a part-time job. The sad thing is that I believe they both continue to do drugs. I love my parents no matter what but there is a point in which enough is enough. So mom and dad, if you ever happen to this I just want you to know that everything you do has consequences and although your children are all adults those consequences bear heavy on us.