He waited until M had gone to bed to call me. Not a good sign. I don't like this doing this behind M's back. R seems to think she *might* be willing to listen to me. Doubtful. But I'll have to do (or say) something. Probably gonna lose a friend behind this. Maybe two.
I hate this. Good friends are so hard to find and I really can't afford to lose any. But goddammit, I'm gonna do what I have to do.
Decision made, T's? Yes. Damnitall.
Apparently she had a fall sometime yesterday and has managed to dot one of her own eyes.
He really is fed up with trying to get her to stop. He's been dealing with this in one form or another for fifteen years. This is a really long time, I thinkHe is talking of planning some sort of intervention. I'll have to participate, if for no other reason just to make sure some one with experience and is fairly reasonable will be there.
Depressing. She is showing some real classic signs of alcholism.
- Hiding her shit (this one scares me).
- Blaming other things and people for her actions (which is really out of character for M).
- Bodily injuries when drunk. When drinking she tends to get either really happy. Or really melancholy. Usually the latter.
- Belligerence when buzzed.
There are others as well. Just hitting the high (low) points here.
I've seen myself, when she runs through a whole gamut of emotions. From way up to wayyyy down. All in the space of about 90 minutes.
Think she's dealing with depression as well.
R thinks he could be reasonable and just get the shit outta the house. M could have a drink or two in social situations.
As far advanced as this seems to be, this is probably not gonna work. And she's already shown that she can fuckup pretty good in social situations.
As much as I hate to admit it, I've been there and done that. More times than I care to admit. Probably done damage to my career prospects a time or two. I don't do this any more. Ever. But the damage is done.
So. No. I don't think this will work for M. She will have to STOP.
I was invited for dinner tonight. I side stepped at the time. I wanted to talk to R first. Plus, I just wasn't sure I wanted to throw myself in the middle of this shit. But decision made, nu? What kind of friend would I be if I didn't at least try to do something.
So much for my plans for a drama free weekend.
But this really isn't about me is it?