Tonight, B and I spent a quiet night at home. After dinner, he went outside to trim some dead limbs off the trees (yard work is his stress reliever) and I settled down in the family room to watch some TV. After a while, B came in and told me he was going to go sit on the back deck for a while and listen to his ipod.
Well, about an hour later (10pm) he comes in and walks past me, telling me that he's tired and heading to bed. Well, I also noticed he tried to hide something under his hoodie. As I walked toward him, I could smell the booze on him.
This is now the second time in a month that he's done this. Last time, he rode his bike to a friend's house and got it. I have no clue where he got it this time.
Well, I am under orders from our agency and his PO to inform them of any alcohol use. As I called our on-call number, he started crying and begging me not to call. I had to do it and explained to the worker what happened. Since he's not dangerously drunk, they said to get him to bed and they'll call probation and get back with me in the morning.
After I got off the phone, he was crying so hard that he was gagging. I held him for two hours while he cried. it was heart-breaking. He kept saying that I was the best thing that ever happened to him and that I was the only person in the world who cared about him and that he screwed it up for both of us. I kept reassuring him that this didn't mean he was a bad kid, but that he had a problem that he just hasn't beaten yet. After two hours, I talked him into taking a cold shower (which did help sober him up a bit) and going to bed.
He and I both know what's going to happen. His PO told him that, if he got drunk again, he was going back to lock-up. b is such a bright kid with so much potential, but he just can't keep his addiction in check.
Looks like I'll be in an empty house by Monday. Guess the pets are due to start dying off next...