Where to start with this next chapter. I will begin after the family reunion in Grande Prairie. Brent really wanted to go to that and that was a positive step as far as we were concerned. We hoped he would take some time with his loved ones and realize this is where he belonged, then come home and we'd all start over. That unfortunately did not happen.
He did have a good time at the reunion, the pictures can attest to that. However on the ride home as they got to Edmonton he began asking Larry to drop him back at Avenue 15. Larry asked if he was not going to be coming home? Brent declined the offer. Brent had decided to come home, wash some clothes then be dropped at Avenue 15. When they all came home I was still thinking he was home for good so you can imagine the sink of my heart when I was informed otherwise. We did as he asked and dropped him back there again. I guess the drugs/booze were still more important to him than his family. It was truly heartbreaking. Life went on as it had left on, no further ahead.
Sunday early morning the phone rings and its urgent care downtown. They tell us Brent was brought in by EMS the night before because someone had thrown a skateboard at his head and he had a mild concussion. So Larry and I go to the hospital and pick him up and bring him home. Brent wants to come home - for good. So we go to the Ave and pick up his stuff and go home. This is a good day, other than the head injury. He had a good breakfast, spends lots of time with us. A good day.
Monday came and in the morning we couldn't get a hold of Jessica or Brent - turned out they rode their bikes to McDonald's and Jessica bought Brent breakfast. Not the the most horrible thing in the world and they told us the truth. We let it pretty much slide by. Explaining we would prefer Jessica to not ride that far but it wasn't too bad really, in the grand scheme of things. Brent asked if he could go out the following day to look for work. We agreed. He asked what time to be home Larry said 5 and we agreed no later than 6 (same time at the Ave) then he can be home for dinner. Brent agreed and said he would be home long before that time anyways.
Tuesday came and he went out around 4PM and did not return Tuesday night. Tuesday evening Larry went downstairs and notice Brent had removed the locks from the window - which Larry replaced (And also searched the basement for any unwanted strangers lurking. Thankfully none where there or any evidence that they had been.
Wednesday late Brent turned by knocking at the backdoor (Obviously trying the basement window first to find it locked again). He said he was too drunk to come home the previous night - just what every Mother wants to hear. He ate some dinner and went to bed. We tell him to not go out Thursday, we want to talk to him when we get home.
Thursday come and Larry gets a upset call from Erica and Jessica. Erica was walking towards the house and passes Brent and Tyler on the street - who approach her and ask her for a smoke. She is furious that Tyler is around and goes to the house to see Jessica. Jessica informs her that Tyler had shown up with Brent earlier (Brent had gone out and come back with him), and they took the phones away from her not allowing her to phone her Dad or I, or the police (as we had advised her to do if Tyler showed up). They also did not allow her to leave. This was shocking and highly disturbing. Upon speaking to Erica I requested if she could spend the rest of the afternoon with her until I got there. Erica had interview but said she would take Jessica with her (it was at Walmart so Jessica could just hang around the store) then bring her home and I would drive her (Erica) back to her boyfriends after. This was perfect with me and eased my mind for the rest of the afternoon.
When I came home however Jessica informed me that Erica had gone to the interview (around 1:00 ish) and left her there. So Jessica had been by herself all day!! I was very upset by this. What if Tyler and Brent had returned? That was the entire point of someone being with her! I was (well honestly still am) quite upset. I was just so furious my daughter was put in that situation and worse left there alone after she was a victim! The entire thing made me beyond angry and that protective Mama Bear in me came out swinging. I am glad I didn't find Tyler because that could have been a really bad situation. That night I took a ativan that the doctor had prescribed me to help calm my nerves. If nothing else I could sleep some - hopefully.
Friday came and Larry had an appointment at AADAC to talk to them about their program called PCHAD. This is a involuntary program for kids of addiction. I woke Friday and thought well I should go with him. Being I only had a half a day work that day and the work load would actually be very light for Susan I was not too concerned. I called in and let her know.
On the way to the meeting Larry's phone rang - it was the police. They had Brent in custody for spray painting and prowling cars in a area near us. He along with two of his friends (Tyler and another kid, who I won't name as he is under age - I'll call him Mick) were all arrested. Larry explained what we were doing and that we were putting Brent into this program. The officer said for us to tell them there that Brent is already in police custody and ask if they can hurry the process through.
We went in and spoke to a councillor there, she was actually going to the PCHAD program to work the following week and said she would be working with Brent. She got on the phone and made sure there was a bed for him. Then sent us to the courthouse. First though she told us of another program, survival Wilderness Training. She said she would suggest this as a follow up after the PCHAD and put that as a condition of his return home. We agreed it sounded like exactly what he needed. Its like a boot camp.
We then rushed downtown to get the judge to give us the right to place him into the program. Larry filled out the affidavit and then we sat in the courtroom. Within no time the judge called us up and read over the document. He said "sometimes the facts just can't be any clearer - judgement granted and good luck to you". We walked out of the courtroom. Before I left the judge looked at me and said "Good luck to you ma'am". I am not sure what it was that set me off but I could feel the shaking begin in my stomach and then my body and I tried to stop it but when Larry saw I was falling apart and said "are you ok" as we made our way through the crowd in the hallway - for some reason that caused such a eruption of emotion I could not contain. I let out a gasp/wallow/sob and shook. I had to go to bathroom to get a hold of myself. It was not something I had ever experienced before. Pain/sadness/grief - just too much to explain. Finally I got it together and we went to the police station to give them the documents.
We got there and the police talked to Brent and then to us. She then informed him he was being placed in this program and she was taking him there directly. The office also put a no contact order on Tyler and Mick. Not to contact anyone in our family or be on our property. Then he went and put on his shoes/belt, got his stuff from the locker and off he went.
Larry saw him there yesterday and we both went today to bring him some clothes/deodorant/ etc and met with him. He looks good and is "thinking about" the other program. That in "Brent language" means No. Hopefully this week they can change his mind. He will be released on Wednesday.
That is where we are now. The rain of the days we've been having only seem to be how my heart feels. I only hope soon there is sun, in all aspects.
~K
He did have a good time at the reunion, the pictures can attest to that. However on the ride home as they got to Edmonton he began asking Larry to drop him back at Avenue 15. Larry asked if he was not going to be coming home? Brent declined the offer. Brent had decided to come home, wash some clothes then be dropped at Avenue 15. When they all came home I was still thinking he was home for good so you can imagine the sink of my heart when I was informed otherwise. We did as he asked and dropped him back there again. I guess the drugs/booze were still more important to him than his family. It was truly heartbreaking. Life went on as it had left on, no further ahead.
Sunday early morning the phone rings and its urgent care downtown. They tell us Brent was brought in by EMS the night before because someone had thrown a skateboard at his head and he had a mild concussion. So Larry and I go to the hospital and pick him up and bring him home. Brent wants to come home - for good. So we go to the Ave and pick up his stuff and go home. This is a good day, other than the head injury. He had a good breakfast, spends lots of time with us. A good day.
Monday came and in the morning we couldn't get a hold of Jessica or Brent - turned out they rode their bikes to McDonald's and Jessica bought Brent breakfast. Not the the most horrible thing in the world and they told us the truth. We let it pretty much slide by. Explaining we would prefer Jessica to not ride that far but it wasn't too bad really, in the grand scheme of things. Brent asked if he could go out the following day to look for work. We agreed. He asked what time to be home Larry said 5 and we agreed no later than 6 (same time at the Ave) then he can be home for dinner. Brent agreed and said he would be home long before that time anyways.
Tuesday came and he went out around 4PM and did not return Tuesday night. Tuesday evening Larry went downstairs and notice Brent had removed the locks from the window - which Larry replaced (And also searched the basement for any unwanted strangers lurking. Thankfully none where there or any evidence that they had been.
Wednesday late Brent turned by knocking at the backdoor (Obviously trying the basement window first to find it locked again). He said he was too drunk to come home the previous night - just what every Mother wants to hear. He ate some dinner and went to bed. We tell him to not go out Thursday, we want to talk to him when we get home.
Thursday come and Larry gets a upset call from Erica and Jessica. Erica was walking towards the house and passes Brent and Tyler on the street - who approach her and ask her for a smoke. She is furious that Tyler is around and goes to the house to see Jessica. Jessica informs her that Tyler had shown up with Brent earlier (Brent had gone out and come back with him), and they took the phones away from her not allowing her to phone her Dad or I, or the police (as we had advised her to do if Tyler showed up). They also did not allow her to leave. This was shocking and highly disturbing. Upon speaking to Erica I requested if she could spend the rest of the afternoon with her until I got there. Erica had interview but said she would take Jessica with her (it was at Walmart so Jessica could just hang around the store) then bring her home and I would drive her (Erica) back to her boyfriends after. This was perfect with me and eased my mind for the rest of the afternoon.
When I came home however Jessica informed me that Erica had gone to the interview (around 1:00 ish) and left her there. So Jessica had been by herself all day!! I was very upset by this. What if Tyler and Brent had returned? That was the entire point of someone being with her! I was (well honestly still am) quite upset. I was just so furious my daughter was put in that situation and worse left there alone after she was a victim! The entire thing made me beyond angry and that protective Mama Bear in me came out swinging. I am glad I didn't find Tyler because that could have been a really bad situation. That night I took a ativan that the doctor had prescribed me to help calm my nerves. If nothing else I could sleep some - hopefully.
Friday came and Larry had an appointment at AADAC to talk to them about their program called PCHAD. This is a involuntary program for kids of addiction. I woke Friday and thought well I should go with him. Being I only had a half a day work that day and the work load would actually be very light for Susan I was not too concerned. I called in and let her know.
On the way to the meeting Larry's phone rang - it was the police. They had Brent in custody for spray painting and prowling cars in a area near us. He along with two of his friends (Tyler and another kid, who I won't name as he is under age - I'll call him Mick) were all arrested. Larry explained what we were doing and that we were putting Brent into this program. The officer said for us to tell them there that Brent is already in police custody and ask if they can hurry the process through.
We went in and spoke to a councillor there, she was actually going to the PCHAD program to work the following week and said she would be working with Brent. She got on the phone and made sure there was a bed for him. Then sent us to the courthouse. First though she told us of another program, survival Wilderness Training. She said she would suggest this as a follow up after the PCHAD and put that as a condition of his return home. We agreed it sounded like exactly what he needed. Its like a boot camp.
We then rushed downtown to get the judge to give us the right to place him into the program. Larry filled out the affidavit and then we sat in the courtroom. Within no time the judge called us up and read over the document. He said "sometimes the facts just can't be any clearer - judgement granted and good luck to you". We walked out of the courtroom. Before I left the judge looked at me and said "Good luck to you ma'am". I am not sure what it was that set me off but I could feel the shaking begin in my stomach and then my body and I tried to stop it but when Larry saw I was falling apart and said "are you ok" as we made our way through the crowd in the hallway - for some reason that caused such a eruption of emotion I could not contain. I let out a gasp/wallow/sob and shook. I had to go to bathroom to get a hold of myself. It was not something I had ever experienced before. Pain/sadness/grief - just too much to explain. Finally I got it together and we went to the police station to give them the documents.
We got there and the police talked to Brent and then to us. She then informed him he was being placed in this program and she was taking him there directly. The office also put a no contact order on Tyler and Mick. Not to contact anyone in our family or be on our property. Then he went and put on his shoes/belt, got his stuff from the locker and off he went.
Larry saw him there yesterday and we both went today to bring him some clothes/deodorant/ etc and met with him. He looks good and is "thinking about" the other program. That in "Brent language" means No. Hopefully this week they can change his mind. He will be released on Wednesday.
That is where we are now. The rain of the days we've been having only seem to be how my heart feels. I only hope soon there is sun, in all aspects.
~K
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