I always said I would not do like my MIL and keep giving my BIL money to do the same thing he always did, drink it away. But here we find ourselves doing it. The money for the estate is due in about 6 to 9 days. BIL thought it would be today. Calls up with a sad story about how he lost his newest place to stay and has no money. Found out he quit his job because it was harmful to his health, Say What! Probably lost it for being drunk on the job. But I know how my MIL feels.
Thing is I know he won't starve. There are several bars in town that give out free food, buffets set out on different days. BIL knows everyone of them. His favorite gives out free coffee in the morning. He is there at 8 am everyday. He complains they only give out 2 pots and won't make more. Gee, how stingy of them. He knows several people who sell stolen meat and when he has a fridge he buys that. So eating isn't a problem. But he can't get free smokes or free booze. Everyone knows all his sob stories now and the sympathy has dried up months ago.
Rick sees him and he looks awful. One of this teeth has fallen out, or perhaps he pulled it. His hair and beard is long and dirty. We have told him he can bath and do his laundry here... but he won't. Rick is disgusted and afraid for him. I am worried about what will happen when he gets the money. His drinking will escalate. His health is already bad. I think he has hepatitis or worse. Probably liver disease. Instead of a few drinks a day, he will drink all day. And drive.
His car has a broken headlight, and a dent. What did he hit with it. I know if he hits another car or a person he wouldn't stay around. I feel responsible just because I have the knowledge he is out there impaired. But how to get him stopped. If we don't give him money and he doesn't drive it is a good thing. But if he can't get to where the food is that is a bad thing. And he won't come here to eat because I am after all, one of the bitches who put him where is at today. He gets a perverse pleasure in that. I am too blame, not him.
He is starting to look just like he did when hefirst came. He looks like he might die soon. We would like to save him....but he doesn't want to saved on our terms. This is what it is like to be the family of an alcoholic. You are powerless. You try not to think about it. Late night calls chill you. Stories about hit and runs make to scared to death. Other people pointing fingers and asking why you're not helping him out. Not realizing that you have....for years and years and years and that eventually you have to stop because that is how he gets by. Or does he. The fact that he is also a social path makes it worse.
Well, another depressing post. I am just a bundle of joy aren't I, LOL. Sorry. This is just such a no win situation. One that will not have a happy ending I think. I am a spectator watching a story where I can't change the ending.