Brought mom home on Monday. She spent maybe 2 hours at home before leaving for an AA meeting, then coming home, hanging out for 30 minute or so, then showering and going to bed.
Tuesday she had no group and I spent some time shopping after work. Bought her dinner, hung out and talked for like an hour and a half about her day and this and that, then she went to go to bed. Things seemed alright.
But when I looked around that's when I noticed her favorite glass, sitting in her favorite spot, with her favorite poison in it. I sipped it just to be sure and yep, vodka.
I confronted her. She said she was "doing an experiment to see how alcohol made her feel now." I told her to surrender the bottle to me, which was a 750ml without about 1/4 to 1/3rd of it already missing, that'd she'd hid somewhere in the house.
I was so angry and disappointed I couldn't talk to her. I called her sister and her sister talked to her for a good hour or so.
I......don't really know at this point. This is exactly what I was afraid of. As soon as she re-entered her own environment she went right back to her old ways, complete with excuses and rationalizations to back them up. I basically could only say "It's your life mom. You have the power to salvage it or destroy it" to her.
She still doesn't believe she's an addict. She still believes she can have control over alcohol. All the rehab center time and positive reinforcement and encouraging things she'd said and done.....now feels like she was just playing ball so she could get through it. She may even honestly believe all the stuff she said. But for me, right now, talk is cheap. Action is what says the truth, and the truth is she's already headed back to where she was before.
I'm back at my own home now. My first instinct was to continue to stay at her house with her but the family members I talked to all encouraged me to just go home and try to relax. After initial resistance I decided that were right. Neither her nor I would get much out of it.
I expected a relapse as a matter of course. Something like 90% of alcoholics relapse within the first 4 years. She wasn't hammered but she was tipsy. She was drinking coffee at 8pm and had been crying when I came home. My instincts told me something was wrong but I figured with all the shit that was going on, some unusual behaviors shouldn't surprise. But then I found the alcohol and it all made sense. Like Agent Couillon in The Usual Suspects, I had a Kaiser Soze moment.
What really makes me angry and disappointed isn't that she relapsed. It's the lying and the deception. If she'd been forthright with me and just told me she'd had a drink I would have been a hell of a lot more supportive. But the sneaking around, the lies and self-deceptions she's telling me and herself, tells me she is at risk for a complete and total relapse. The lack of honesty tells me she hasn't fully accepted her problem, and the "experiment" bit tells me she once again thinks she knows best.
I'm becoming convinced my mom didn't just hit a rough patch due to depression and her manageable drinking escalated. I'm starting to think she may in fact be a hardcore addict that is unable to stop drinking. She's having anxiety and panic attacks driving around town, getting lost due to very simple road construction and being unable to successfully locate a place she's been at for a month, going the complete opposite direction of where she meant to go even though she swears she turned the right way.....
I feel like everything we've been through, all the house work, the lost time, the bearing of our souls, all of it was for naught. I know that's not true, that 1 month of rehab doesn't begin to address years of problem drinking. But it's hard not to be discouraged. I hoped for a little time at least before I had to face up to this and that's also what rankles/is worrying. It only took her two days, and it's likely she was just too busy to try this a day earlier.
I think I need to go Alanon at this point. I don't really know how to react to any of this anymore. It was easy when she was in managed care because at the end of the day you knew someone was watching over her. Now? Now she could be a month away from falling apart again. Sometimes it seems like the advice family members of alcoholics ultimately get is "you can't do anything other than watch it happen until they're almost dead." I see the truth of this but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.
She has another two weeks "intensive outpatient" treatment, which is 5 hours in the morning at the treatment center. I called her counselor and told her what happened because, frankly, I'm not sure my mom would have told her. I want to believe that she really was just experimenting, that she is just exploring her boundaries now. But years of her behavior has made it difficult to nigh impossible for me to accept that. She's just spent too many years lying to herself for me to take anything she says or does seriously.