It is official. She is off the wagon. Today my mother told me that she took a Vicodin yesterday. She seems to have decided to go back on them. Apparently for the pain. I'm not sure I believe this.
I was told by my psychiatrist to call her dealer and tell him not to sell to her anymore. I did not do this. The dealer is a close friend of my mother's. I did not want to embarrass her or put their friendship in jeopardy. I regret this choice. It was easy to make though. I wanted to believe she didn't need my help.
It helped that she was against it. Offended by the idea. She was adamant that it was unnecessary. I took the easy way out.
I still am. I could call her dealer right now. I am not going to. I don't want to. I want her to stand up. I am not strong enough to accept her weakness.
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