"It was thoughtful of you to have a relapse right before my therapy appointment." His response was "I am so curious about what you're going to tell your therapist about me, because I inherited our parents' narcissism."

Ha! Literally almost got actual coffee on my monitor at that.

((((JZ)))) Sounds like you at least need someone to delegate things to.

((((JZ)))) Sounds like you at least need someone to delegate things to.

((((JZ)))) Sounds like you at least need someone to delegate things to.

(Didn't need to be said twice.)

I don't know what to do. He sounds really, really bad today. He says he has a friend coming over in half an hour, and he needs to take a nap until then, but he asked me to call him back in half an hour. Yesterday he was lucid and fine, and today he's slurring his speech and is barely coherent. I think he needs to go to the hospital. Even if I flew out there, the soonest flight would get me there at 6 p.m. Colorado time. I don't know what to do. I am freaking out here.

I guess I'm going to call him back in half an hour and tell him his friend needs to take him to the hospital. I mean, I literally can't get there in half an hour, so that's the best I can do.

I'm freaked out, terrified, and really, really angry. I know he didn't relapse AT me (or at anyone). I 110% know that addiction is a disease and not a moral failing, and I would kick anyone's ass who suggested otherwise. But I am really really angry at him. But also terrified. Fuck.

I don't know what to do. I don't want this responsibility. His fucking wife should come home. I shouldn't have to deal with this.

Oh, Steph, that's so scary. I take it his wife's still out of town? Have you talked to her at least?

She's out of town until Saturday. I haven't talked to her yet because yesterday he seemed to have everything under control. I mean, he had a plan, and he had friends staying with him, and every time I talked to him he was lucid.

I can't call her right now because I am sobbing.