OK, yes, I did refer to her as the Ignorant Slut. I was not kind in my assessment of her raging monomania. Did I wish her ill? Yes, but only in an intellectual sort of way: that she would come to realize the prodigious wrong she had done her sons and their father and would regret it, maybe even apologize.
Instead, she's apparently become an out-of-control prescription drug abuser. And has overdosed four times in the last month. Most recently - the second time in two weeks that she's been taken to the Emergency Hospital - Child Protective Services got involved, made an unannounced home visit, found the boys in the house, her on the couch inarticulate, unable to stand. The boys told the social worker this was one of their Mom's better days. She could open her eyes.
She and the kids live in a lovely, bucolic little beach town, south of Santa Cruz. People in town knew she was slipping over the edge. Kids were teasing the boys at school about their mother being a drug addict. Finally, one of the dads called my son: "I know this'll get me in a whole lot of trouble but you should know. . ." And now, both the IS and the man's wife are not speaking to him. Takes a village to raise a child? Not that village, thanks anyway.
No, I wouldn't have wished this on her, despite her high position on my least favorite persons list. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. And I am appalled at the idea that on any given, nothing much day, the boys could come home from school and find their mother dead on the couch. Where do you go from there? How does anyone stay safe?
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