I see you. You, who refused to stop drinking in December because it’s just so so wrong a month to put down the glass. Let’s talk in January, you said. In January, I see you. And now you tell me I am picking on you yet everyone was doing whole load of drinking. I see you in March, yes, you, still doing a whole load of drinking. Alone!
You, with that guy, I see you. Charming fella you say. Oh and he always listens to you. Yes, he’s had a couple of divorces. So, I should understand that he really is single. I see you. I see you say he has made you feel like you want to settle down. And perhaps you could both settle down with each other. Oh yeah there’s some settling down that would work for him. Settle down on, not with, you and then leave you, umm, wait for it, unsettled.
Oh yeah, she has your baby and you’ll only get your shit together once she comes back. I see you. I see you. Don’t you get it that she actually wants you togethered first and then you can have the baby back and perhaps you get to call her baby, too? I see you.
You, you newlywed hubby who has stopped buying those flowers and whispering those sweet nothings in her ear wondering what those things matter now that you are married? I see you. Wait until they won’t really matter and then see me like I see you now. Or just buy the flowers and do the whispers. Save yourself the pain when even buying majority shares at the florist will not matter at all.
You who reckons you are too young to get sober now, I see you, saying that you’ve got all your life to live before you get into the drudgery of recovery. Boy, don’t you get the way you are going you are dying, not living. Recovery is life, man. Life is short means nothing in recovery. One more day alive, sober and free is the long life.
You, yes you. You, who does not want to tell her life story before a bunch of strangers lest they judge you. I see you. You say you’ve done a lot of embarrassing stuff and you’ve conned a lot of people. I see you. We see you. Don’t you know we invented embarrassment and the con game in the first place? We see you. Welcome to our world where we promise to celebrate your insanity.
I see you. You, who calls me because your child is into marijuana, booze and much older men. I ask you to stay out of their road to happy destiny by learning to work on and take care of yourself. But you tell me that meddling and interfering is a parent’s job. And you ask me why I am now interfering in YOUR life rather than your offspring’s; constantly reminding me that you called me to deal with them, not you. I ask you when you last went for that manicure, pedicure or hair treatment that was once a priority to your wellness repertoire. Only that you also forgot to mention that your spouse is also into marijuana, booze and older men, I see you.
Denial is such a sneaky thing. And it is not just a river in Egypt.
You guy. Yes you. You, who doesn’t get why she screamed “RAPE!” I see you. Yes, yes, you bought her drinks, you went home – your place, together; made out then had a shower together and then, she said no, she won’t have sex with you. Please help me understand like a thirty five year old, where, in this process, she handed her sole right to her body to you.
You who called to tell me that all men are dogs and you’ve just broken up with the fifth dog. You conveniently forget that we’ve been down this road eight times. Not five. I see that you not seeing that you are the common denominator in these dogs’ lives and perhaps what you need is to rewrite the manual of your life or altogether quit reading the How to Attract Dogs Manual in 7 Simple Ways.
Then you, going on about his potential. Fixing him up, his house, his wardrobe, lending him money that he’ll pay back once that deal goes through or he reaches his potential whichever comes first fast. I see you.
I won’t give up on you, or me, as long as my marching orders are still in force.
You see, I, too, have got my patterns that need breaking. Dealing with them gets me getting off my own case and out of my own way so I can see your case clearly.
So, make that call. I see you, anyway.
I, the Interventionist