Holy Moses, where do I start? Onion Ring kicked off on me on Tuesday night. We had a screaming and shouting match in front of GK till almost 2 in the morning. I was a depleted and shattered little Floss on Wednesday morning. After OR finally went to bed she did Karaoke to the X-Factor song till around 3am. The whole argument was over the fact that GK is staying on the pull out couch for the moment and OR doesn't have access to the tv and Sky after she goes to bed.
She spent Wednesday and Thursday threatening legal action against me if I didn't reinstate the living room during the evenings immediately. I don' respond well when dictated to in my own home and was tres immature. I removed the sky box from the tv cabinet. Oh my. The Onion Ring was horribly dysfunctional.
Wednesday night she went out to see a friend and stumbled in around midnight. She proceeded to again attempt hitting the high notes to the x-factor song over and over. A Moment Like This has been running through my mind on a continual basis ever since - even in my sleep! Yikes!
I popped my head into her room while she was out and was met with such a fright. Broken wine glasses, clothes and dirty laundry everywhere, empty and half drunk wine bottles. It was scary. The sobbing from her room after she got home totally pushed me over the edge and my dislike for the OR morphed into concern for her mental and physical well being. I've laughed and marvelled at her ability to consume large amounts of wine for so long that I've finally admitted it. She's an alcoholic. Her erratic behaviour and abusiveness have now hit record highs. It's a serious matter now and I just couldn't go on living with this person and being somewhat responsible for her. She doesn't appear to have any friends that are stepping up to look after or support her. No one is confronting her about her condition or offering her their support.
I'm the last person compelled to help the Onion Ring. Especially after she called me "evil" and "the devil" and almost took a swing at me the other night. But someone has to do it. This complex and drowning creature can't be left to fend for herself in a sea of wine and mood enhancers. So I was a bit of a sneaky super sleuth and found an email address for her Dad. Then I made pretty much the worst phone call of my life. I Had her Mum and Dad on the phone at the same time and I've asked for their help and told them I believe she has a drinking problem. Can you imagine telling some one's parents their daughter is an alcoholic? My colleagues were there when I made the call and noticed all the purple splotches on my face and neck when I got off the phone. The most obvious symptom I get when I'm highly emotional. V unattractive and no amount of make up will cover it up.
So her Mum is arriving next week and has asked me to look into treatments and arrange some appointments for her. I feel really uncomfortable doing this. Who am I to be organising treatments and deciding what program the OR goes on? I've done it totally out of guilt as I'm on a shame spiral for having had to make the call.
So last night I went home with a little pressie for GK for being with the OR all day and calming her down from her rage for me. I also took a pretty candle for the OR with the sky viewing card stuck to the top of it as a peace offering. I figure she's going to need to be as calm as possible over the next few days as she's about to go through 5 weeks of treatment hell. She drank nearly two bottles and was too spaced out to even speak to the pizza delivery guy when her dinner turned up. She was passed out by 11 and up watching sky, crashing around and spilling more wine on the carpet at 2. I'm not looking forward to the intervention when her Mum arrives next week but it will defly be a relief. RSW has even offered to be there with me when it happens. That was beyond lovely and touched my deeply buried heart. I feel ever so selfish focusing on my own exhaustion and emotional depletion at dealing with someone else's addiction downfall, but it's nice to know that someone will be there to give me a little TLC as well.
As soon as the OR is in her facility recovering, I have decided to take myself off for a mini break. I need to be out of the flat and in a totally quiet and relaxing environment for a few days. I'm going to treat myself to a facial and a massage and not think about anything but being quiet and wearing uber soft and comforting clothes for two or three days. Bliss. Right now my fave option is Babington House. Beyond perfect!
Wardrobe Summary: Black stacked pumps with bow detail, sheer hosiery, black pencil skirt, black and white polka dot Cavalli knit, pearls, tiffany bracelet, Fendi watch, diamond rings. Hair: blow dried and straightened. Make up: depleted. Eyes: falling out of head. Pedi: red or dead. Mani: french.
Floss xxx
