That Summer

That summer I lived two lives. I was spending as much time as I could with Ben. The rest of the time, I was working hard to be super mom and wife to a husband I could hardly stand, all the while putting $150 a day up my nose. I had a drug addiction that was catching up with me. I convinced myself it made me stronger. It was what was keeping me going and allowing me to keep it all together, but I didn’t see it ripping me and those I loved apart. It finally reached the point that I could no longer keep up.  My husband had given me an ultimatum and I had chosen to leave him instead of the habit. He kept the kids which I had enough sense left to agree to for their sake. I went to stay with a friend and it gave me a lot more time with Ben.

At that time, I think he was starting to fall, and at the same time realizing I was a mess and then his goal became to rescue me. He had mentioned the fact that I was physically deteriorating and had lost so much weight. We talked about it, but he never made an accusation and I never offered any confessions to him about my addiction. Just before I hit bottom, I felt like I had to get out. Away from everything. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t even want to be with Ben anymore because I didn’t want him to see the very worst of me.

 I left for Las Vegas that fall and it took me all of 5 weeks to completely destroy any shred of functioning or self respect I had left. Everyone in my life had completely cut me off. I had no one left and would have never called Ben during that time. I honestly didn’t think about him much. I didn’t think about anyone or anything much except for getting high. At the end of that 5 weeks, I was done. Something had to give and I knew I had 2 choices. Get some help or kill myself. I debated the latter a lot more than the prospect of rehab. I hadn’t seen my children in 5 months and I called my husband for the first time in weeks. I asked him for help. I told him I was going to kill myself and I was afraid of not seeing the children again but afraid that I was never going to be a good mother to them. In that conversation, he convinced me to return home and at least try rehab. I’m not sure how, or why, but I agreed. I returned home the next day, more defeated than I had ever been. I was ready to surrender. I was lost and ashamed and scared to death. He met me at the airport with my father and they drove me straight to rehab. I have never touched the drug since.

The first 2 weeks of rehab I had way too much time to think. I was not allowed any contact with the outside world and for 48 hours, I had to do what was called “introspection.” I couldn’t talk to anyone at all. It was supposed to be a time to reflect in. And that’s what I did. At the end of my introspection, I knew I could no longer stay married to my husband. I knew what I needed to do to be a good mother to my children. I realized how much pain and destruction I had caused. I thought about the kids, my parents, my husband, my friends. And then there was one other person I had thought about several times. That guy Ben that I had spent the summer with. I had started to fall for him, but I wasn’t head over heels in love with him. Why could I not get him out of my mind? In my haze, I forgot the pull he had over me. The draw to him I couldn’t resist. I didn’t know if he would ever talk to me again. I was sure I had been a fling, maybe even someone he cared about but look how that all ended. I couldn’t imagine him ever wanting to talk to me again. But still I could not stop wondering how he was. For some reason I wanted to update him on where I had been and where I was. I sort of just disappeared without any explanation.

After the first few weeks, I was able to use the phone. I called my family when I could and my husband to talk about the kids. Then one night, I had called everyone and finally decided to call Ben. I knew he wouldn’t answer. And I knew if he did, it would be an akward conversation, most likely because he would wish he wouldn’t have answered. At least if he ignored me, or blew me off, I could put it to rest. I could stop returning to thoughts of him. I was completely ready to accept that that chapter was closed. I had imagined every scenario, except the one that actually played out on that phone call.

“Hello?”

“Ben?”

“Yes…”

“This is Jodi”

Then silence. It felt like hours but it was probably more like 10 seconds.

“wow, how are you?”

“I’m good. I’m not sure why I called. I know I sort of just…..disappeared but I have been thinking about you lately and just wanted to see how you are and let you know I am well.”

“I’m so happy that you called.”

“Really?”

“yeah. I have thought about you so many times. I didn’t have a way to call, didn’t know where you were.”

“I needed to get out. It’s such a long story, but the short version is I am home and in drug rehab….”

And silence again.

“When do you get out?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe another month?”

“Can I see you when you do?”

“I would love that…are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Can I call you again tomorrow?”

“yes, please do.”

“Ok. It was so good to talk to you.”

“Bye Jodi.”

“Bye Ben.”

When I hung up the phone I was soaring. We talked every day after that. I wasn’t able to call for very long and only during certain hours, but after the call to check on the children, he was always second. Ultimately, I was kicked out of rehab after 7 weeks for abusing phone privledges.