By now you have probably read my previous post. By now you are probably thinking I enabled my mother to get away with this, and I have. I am caught in a terrible Catch-22. If I tell my father of my mother's indiscretions this morning then I will destroy any trust I have built up with her. What she did was wrong and put others in harm's way. She drove drunk all over our little town. On the other hand, my father will overreact and probably not act in a rational way. Things will get mightily complicated for the foreseeable future. My mother will be treated like a small child and overly scolded.
Mom called me a minute ago pleading with me not to tell my father. I asked her exactly what happened and she said she has been saving the three Xanax Dad gives her nightly. She says she can't bare her solitary reality any longer and needs something to make her feel better. I've said the same thing about beer many times. "I'm not addicted," she pleaded talking of a HIGHLY addictive substance. Oh, how the roles have reversed. Now sober, I am faced with the very same dilemma my family was faced with months ago with me. It is so very damned easy just to turn a blind eye and hope this won't happen again, but it will. It has happened often over the years. I don't know what to do, but I do know what is right and wrong.