It's been a long time since I've written but fortunately (for my emotional health) it's been quiet for a long time now too. Around Christmas time my mom wrote my grandpa to tell him she needed him to reimburse her for a dental surgery she had recently and that she thought she would like to go to an inpatient rehab program after the holidays. She said that after experiencing the outpatient program she was forced to do because of her probation terms she realized she needed something more involved.
He wrote back and asked her something along the lines of, was she was admitting she had a problem? She wrote back and said that she has used off and on for a while now and thinks she also has an eating disorder or something like that. Well nothing ever came of that.
Fast forward to March 2009.
Dick, the ex BF, calls my grandpa and tells him my mom has stolen about $6500 out of his account fraudulently and he is going to press charges against her. She was picked up at her place of work on Tuesday the 17th. She's in jail and facing about 20 counts of possession of a forged instrument in the 1st degree. My sister has heard from Dick that she could be sentenced to 5-10 years in prison. My grandma told her she's looking at a year.
A year I can deal with but 5-10 really freaked me out. Like almost instant tears, which doesn't happen very often anymore. I felt sick to my stomach like someone had just knocked the wind out of me. And I'm talking to my sister as she's telling me this then she goes on to tell me how she's just been thinking about her all day. Asking herself, what is she doing right now? where is she exactly? does she have a toothbrush?
She has a trial or something (the legal process is lost on me) next Friday where she will appear by video from jail.
I've decided it's time to go see her and start down this road to (hopefully) recovery.
