I suppose this is it. The beginning of the end. I don't know if I've ever told you, universe, but I can only aptly handle one crisis at a time. I am currently juggling three. The brother, the friend, and now, CP is gone. Gone? Don't ask me, I dunno what the fuck happened.
I got a phone call, but my VP was at my desk asking me for a sharpie, clearly I couldn't answer. The voicemail was from CP who simply said, "I'm sure you got the call from Anna (his counselor who updates me on his drug tests weekly) by now, I'll be gone this week. I don't know if I will be able to contact you or not. I wanted to leave you a letter, but I don't have time. I might be back Thursday or Friday, but I'm not sure. I'll have structure now." He goes to court this Friday, and after that I'm sure he is going to rehab.
That was pretty much the whole message. I called my brother a few minutes later to see if he was gone, and he said yea. He wasn't sure what happened either, but he heard him on the phone with the ex wife talking about going to some program until friday, cus he spent the whole day looking for drugs. Which is extra nice considering he had a job interview. I asked if he happened to leave a bank card? No. I guess I wont be getting any money while he is gone. I'm sure he fucked that all up somehow.
The good news? I can start to get over him. The bad news? Well, I can't afford to have another mouth to feed without his income. Ramon noodles. Here we come. I seem to be ok right now, but I feel it coming on. The breakdown. Scheduled, for 5:07 as soon as I sit my ass down in my car.
When it rains it pours. Can it please stop raining now? Huh? Please?