After the hell that was this past week, I've decided to go forward with the divorce. I was hoping, I really was, but he still doesnt even understand the full mess that he is in.
He called me Thursday night from the emergency room. He'd be picked up where he was "sleeping it off" in hais truck. I have no idea if he pulled over to drink, or if he was drinking and thought driving would be a super swell idea.
That was upsetting enough, as he had just hit a full 60 days sober, but he called again at 5am on Friday, asking for me to come and pick him up.
If I had been more awake, I probably would have told him no and had him call an AA buddy. But I didn't.
Instead, I put our eight year old in the car and drove 40 minutes to go pick up his still drunk daddy from the hospital.
When I picked him up, the nurse said his BAC was currently .16. When the ambulance had brought him in, his BAC was .435.
Just to clarify, legal blood alcohol content level is .08. At .36, you have the same level as sedation for surgery. At .4, you're at high risk of death.
I can't live like this. I can't be dreading every phone call.
So, divorce it is. I've already spoken to a lawyer and I can do a little of the paperwork myself. However, because it does involve me wanting the courts to monitor B's visits with the Dark Lordling, as well as insist on breathalyzers before seeing him, a lawyer is necessary to make sure I don't screw something up horribly.
And the lawyer needs a $5000 retainer.
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