I got my head bitten off a couple hours ago. AH called me from rehab and ripped me for asking his therapist to confirm that we are having a family meeting on Saturday. Said that was a breach of confidentiality and he's the one in treatment so they do what he says, G-D it!

Wasn't expecting the call but I'm really proud of the way I handled the situation. Just said "It sounds like you are angry, but it is completely within my right to confirm that a meeting is happening. I have the right to know if I'm wasting my time driving three hours there and three hours back for a meeting that might or might not happen."

Oh boy, that did it. He continued to yell at me, cursing the whole time.

I said to him, "I hear that you are upset but you do not have permission to speak to me this way. I will accept a call from you later if you are able to speak to me in a reasonable manner that is respectful."

He said, "FINE!" and hung up on me.

I think things are starting to unravel for him...they are on to his mularkey at the rehab and he is no longer receiving money from me or my MIL. 

It's hard for me to watch, kinda like an out-of-control train coming down the track. But I need to remember to take care of MYSELF at this point and extricate myself from the craziness.

Right now it's dark and only getting darker. HP, please let Saturday be the dawn.

 

Sounds like you held strong during that conversation. Keep working a great program and taking care of yourself!

He did call me a couple hours later to apologize - I said thank you and that I appreciated it. He said he was having a horrible day and took it out on me. I'm thankful for the apology, but have come to realize that insanity and asking for forgiveness are just part of the disease. I don't get excited when he gets mad and I don't get excited when he apologizes for his behavior. Thank you HP!