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licoricemoratorium
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Date: December 20, 2014 12:38AM
Background: My ex husband, whom I was married to for 20 years, since we were 19, is the oldest of six. He is an alcoholic and that coupled with his infidelities led straight to our divorce. I have remained on good terms with his parents and have made extra efforts to make sure they understand that I wish for them to participate in our children's lives, particularly in light of the many years when they seemed to not notice they had any grandchildren as we, alas, were apostates, and therefore shunned.
We were treated as second-class-citizens for years. Barely acknowledged while the other five kids were raised. Rarely invited to participate in family things. It was ugly and hurtful and I seethed about it; it hurt my husband too. It continued on even as every male child reached adulthood and left the church and the two daughters reached adulthood and left for BYU-I and the very first available return missionaries.
Then a not-so funny thing happened. While my in-laws were blindly, merrily planning their youngest son's Eagle scout project for him and smiling while visions of missionary calls danced in their heads, their youngest, who had been largely free-range from birth, wound up a heroin addict. This was a shocker.
He did some low-security rehab and a little of this and a little of that, and he ended up stealing from his parents, forging checks from them, throwing drug parties in their house, let his junkie girlfriend move into their abandoned driveway RV, robbed his brother and his wife, stole tip jars right off the counters at Starbucks (STARBUCKS! The very appearance of evil!), and, God as my witness, burglarized half the ward WHILE THEY WERE AT CHURCH. Addicts, as we know, will do anything they have to do to get more drugs.
Long story short, kid ends up in prison. Turns out all these burglaries and check launderings were slightly felonious. In-laws visit him/ call him/ run around on his behalf ferociously, pressure us constantly, via text message, to reach reach reach out to their prodigal son. At some point, he has backslid enough times that we are, all of us who are no longer LDS, tired of his shit and uninterested in exposing our small children to it. We all live in the same area. For whatever reason, both sisters, who live in other states, remain steadfastly behind their brother, who has shown no indicators for being prone to taking up the Melchezdik priesthood anytime soon. They post inspirational talks from Sherry Dew about forgiveness and tag their brother. This makes little sense to me.
So, he gets out, my mother-in-law has to make him her project. Has to. And I UNDERSTAND. I understand the pain of having a teenager who is out of control and I also understand addiction implicitly. I learned the hard way that there is no running interference for an addict and getting the desired outcome. You're just going to drown yourself trying to keep him from drowning.
But my mother-in-law can't see it. She has to run the whole thing like this horrible Relief Society craft project from hell and somehow we're all supposed to show up with glitter glue to do our little parts, but we don't want the craft and we don't want to glue. We're not interested. Meanwhile, my inlaws continue to show little interest in their other sons, you know, the ones who live down the lane and have wives and kids and jobs and could really use a family. Laser focus on their LDS daughters, their daughters' children and this addicted son. They manage to spend more time with their son who lives in prison three hours away than with their other local three sons combined. They also manage to spend more time with their out of state LDS daughters, hell, even nephews and nieces than their local sons and grandchildren. It's mind-boggling.
Kid gets out of prison, gets a job through a program to help felons find jobs, does well for a while. Goes through the steps from work release on through halfway house and on until he is finally allowed to live on his own. Both my inlaws and this young man insist, INSIST, that it would be toxic for him to ever live at home again, as the drug memories would be too intense. So he gets a small apartment. His mom coos over it on Facebook. Everything is SO ADORABLE.
He immediately tests positive for heroin. You can go back to prison and serve out your sentence or do a 30 day rehab "boost". He does the 30 days. Mother in law goes and gets him and brings him home to live. My two sisters-in law, their husbands (my ex's brothers), and I are all immediately like, nope, no way, forget it. We all tried to save him, repeatedly. We all tried our hardest. We tracked him down and yanked him out of a meth house and stole all his clothes and dragged him home and none of that worked. We don't want our children having a very heroin-addict Christmas next week. Two of these kids are in diapers. I have no real anger or problem with the addicted son but both my brothers-in-law and their wives are VERY angry with him for all the stuff he pulled all these years, robbing one of them repeatedly, including identity fraud, destroying their sense of safety and trust.
Crap, did I forget to tell you that my mother-in-law cannot handle direct communication of any kind? Like, she'll die. Like, she'll burst into flames if you say the actual hard truth instead of singing a Primary song and winking during the words that will add up to a hidden message. And only speaks in riddles, Facebook cross-posted feel-good memes with dogs on skateboards or with silly jokes? You probably knew that, right? And the sisters are the same. It must be a Mormon thing or something, MAYBE.
Anyway, realizing my in-laws now seem to intend to bring uninvited addicted brother-in-law to my house on Christmas Eve for brunch, I step up and send the most tactful and succinct text I can (the inlaws only use text to communicate, not phone, so I was sticking to their chosen communication method), saying that I am sorry but none of us are comfortable having addicted brother around our children, so if you cannot make it because you need to have him under your supervision, we understand and we love you and we're sorry, but we hope you can make it. The entire reason I wanted to have the brunch was because I wanted a time when we could all be together and inlaws could see their grandchildren at the same time for the holidays, instead of piecemeal.
Mother-in-law responds with, "Okay, thanks" which I can assure you right now is her version of "To Outer Darkness with you".
Both MIL and a SIL immediately make worlds' most passive aggressive big fat baby pants FB posts using cross-posted memes about heartless people and the things they do and you'd just think you could count on FAMILY and my question is THIS:
Why in the world will Mormons choose heroin addiction over healthy church-free living? My mother in law had a grand mal seizure when I gave her cat catnip her word of wisdom heart was so offended and yet, they open their home to a man who has used hard drugs in their living room and stolen thousands of dollars from them? And it's like they worship him. It's like they worship him.
Oh Jesus, I just remembered, he was also convicted of trying to strangle his junkie girlfriend on her front lawn.
They had no problem shunning us for years, WHILE SMILING AND INSISTING THEY WEREN'T but now we all have been cast parts in a pageant we don't want to act in and never auditioned for. Why can't they see? Why can't they see that pushing us out because we were dangerous to their children's faith process was baloney (and obviously didn't work), and that keeping a drug addicted criminal out of our lives is actually sane? Why don't they want to protect their children and grandchildren from an actual threat instead of an invisible perceived threat?
Am I wrong to not invite a convicted felon who has repeatedly robbed his own family fresh off (?) heroin into my house?
In other news, of course, SIL continues on her endless Facebook tirade to keep the prison from coming to town.