Hooray for Cupid and for Matilda's line drive!

My brother may have relapsed, or if he didn't then he punched a cop (but didn't get arrested or killed), or if he didn't punch a cop one of his clients came to his house with a crowbar and attacked him. (He told me the punched-a-cop story on Tuesday, and then told me the client-with-a-crowbar story yesterday. The huge inconsistencies and outlandishly unbelievable claims point towards my brother drinking again.)

Notable: my brother's wife was out of town, and whenever he's relapsed, it's been when she's out of town. (Not that he relapses every time she goes out of town; just that his small handful of relapses have coincided with her going out of town.)

SiL got home yesterday and texted me and said he smells like he's been drinking, but he denied it. And she said that those outlandishly unbelievable stories are his exact M.O. when he relapses.

So I'm leaning much more towards it being a relapse, because when you punch a cop you get arrested or killed on the spot, and because if his client beat him with a crowbar he would be in the hospital (I have resisted making Jason Todd jokes, except to Tim).

I'm extremely concerned, extremely stressed, but also angry -- NOT for relapsing, but for lying about it. (And if he really did remain sober and punched a cop/got beaten with a crowbar, well, then shame on me for jumping to conclusions.) I understand that the shame of relapsing would lead him to lie, but by now he has to know that he can tell me the truth and the only thing I will do is ask him what kind of support he needs.

My therapist is a goddamn QUEEN. I've only been having monthly sessions for a while, and my most recent session happened to be Monday, before all this shit happened. I texted her yesterday and asked if she has room in her schedule for an emergency session (I said it didn't need to be yesterday, or even this week), and she said she can see me Monday, but she could also call me from her car at 4:30 after a meeting. QUEEN. So I booked the Monday appointment, but also did the phone call, and she talked me through a lot of my great big feelings.

I need a month-long tropical vacation off the grid where no one can get in touch with me (unless they have info about Kate Middleton's whereabouts).

My therapist is a goddamn QUEEN.

Absolutely! Stepping up when you needed it.

I'm sorry about your brother. I know he's your closest ally in all the family biz too.

Relapse is a part of recovery. Which is not to say that everyone who gets sober will relapse; plenty people get sober and stay sober. But plenty more do relapse. So it's not like "yay, relapse!" but just "okay, this happened; what do you need to move forward?"

It does suck, though.

Oh, no, Tep, I'm sorry. I'm glad your therapist is supporting you! You are being way more spiritually advanced than I with the relapses happen acceptance, it definitely sucks.

Good call on letting the line drive joy stand without dropping the pancreatic cancer news as soon as possible. I'm relieved you will be able to share that with Matilda, though.

That's a lot of family crap, Steph.

Steph, I am sorry. Lots of ~ma to you and your family.

David, I'm thinking of you and Matilda.

And in a separate post: she does not have the time to check the board these days, but I wanted to let you all know that Nilly's eldest will have his Bar Mitzvah soon. He'll be reading Book of Esther this Sunday/Monday.

It's an extra joy to bring good news to this board, after announcing mostly bad news in the past six months.

And in a separate post: she does not have the time to check the board these days, but I wanted to let you all know that Nilly's eldest will have his Bar Mitzvah soon. He'll be reading Book of Esther this Sunday/Monday.

Bar Mitzvah is exciting, but wait until he turns 17!!

Oh, wow, passage of time. Book of Esther seems like a pretty sweet portion for a Bar Mitzvah!

I made too much muffin mix (don't ask), and I think I'm going to try it out in my new bundt cake pan.