A plea to my friends

People tell me I am strong and brave. They tell me I am open and honest. But it is not so. I have been hiding the truth because I am so ashamed. Oh, it’s easy to admit to what Paul did to me two years ago – that was then, and I have grown stronger, but he has also grown stronger. His drug-free prison time gave him back all of the wit he lost through years of drug abuse. It is true his has been ill – he’s still unwell, but that’s down to him returning to his filthy habits, and although he can’t possibly be stupid enough to inject, because he knows how dangerous it would be for him, he is still using various kinds of “pain relief”.

I have been unable to fulfil my promise of honesty, even though I ask others to do so. I’m setting the record straight, out of a sense of guilt and in the hope that it will save me.

Paul has been extorting money from me ever since he returned to the area. For days he will behave impecably – he’s a wonderful companion and he helps around my home, cooking lovely meals and cleaning the flat. But all of that changes when he runs out of what he calls his pain-relieving medication. With his agreement, I have been looking after his bank card for several months, taking his money out every fortnight, with the idea of giving him an allowance, passing housekeeping money to his father, because he lives with him, and keeping some as repayment of the debt he has built up over the past few months. Every single fortnight, just before the money goes into his bank account, he tells me he will not need to buy any more of his self-prescribed medication, and yet not long after the first week is up he has had all of the money, and also managed to get his housekeeping money and more out of his father. If I don’t cough up he becomes threatening. He traps me in the flat and he tries to take my phone, although often he has it already, because his doesn’t work, and he needs to make constant calls.

So many times I have promised myself I will not be tricked again. He takes the money that I need for food and then I have to use the savings which I will soon need in order to keep a roof over my head.

Perhaps yesterday was the final straw – I hope so. It came at the tail-end of a particularly nasty piece of coercion. Although he owes me a horrifying sum (not taking into account the many thousands of pounds he begged, “borrowed” and eventually stole from me, particularly over the last six months before his prison term, when I often didn’t know where my next meal was going to come from) he accused me of “fucking him over”. I have returned his bank card to him. I want no more to do with it. In return he has promised to repay what he owes at the sum of £100 a fortnight. I should be so lucky.

Today I got a few begging and demanding phone calls. Again, I was accused of “fucking him over”.

Inside Paul there is a genuinely good and gentle person, loyal to his true friends, entertaining, funny and intelligent, but that man is buried beneath his addiction. Any kindness he displays is not to be trusted, because it will be followed by his need-fed cruelty and greed.

I love my son, but I must not let him into my home. I must try to avoid even seeing him without an escort to protect me. I will talk to my two older daughters, and ask them if he can visit me at one of their homes, should there be a need for visual contact, though I think it would be best avoided.

This post is an honest and desperate plea for help. I don’t know whether it will ever be safe to embrace Paul again. He may be lost to his family forever. I am humbly asking my friends on WordPress to ask how things are going with him, now and again, and if there is a whisper that I have allowed him into my home or met him without physical backup, please pull me up about it. It could be that he will sort himself out, but if he doesn’t, and I allow him back into my life, I will lose my home, and have nowhere to go except my daughters’ sofas, and I couldn’t inflict that on them.

I may not be able to do this without your help. I have tried before, and failed, and though at this moment I feel resolute, I could suddenly crumble.

Thank you to all who have taken the trouble to read this. Please forgive my crushing weaknesses.

This post is a follow on to one I wrote earlier today.

©Jane Paterson Basil

15 thoughts on “A plea to my friends

  1. You know there’s nothing wrong with NOT wanting to paint your kids in a bad light, or your husband, mom, siblings, friends. You’re just trying to put the best spin possible on things. That’s NOT the same as being dishonest, Jane. You’re being far too hard on yourself. I think you need to show yourself as much compassion as you give to everyone on here AND your kids. {{{Jane}}}

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    1. Your kindness has brought tears to my eyes.
      Anything less than total honesty is not helpful to those in the earlier stages of a similar plight. I promised i would tell the whole truth, and I asked others to do the same, and yet I was too ashamed to fully deliver. What kind of an example does that make me? It’s like leading an army into battle, and pushing all the nearest soldier in front of you whenever a bullet comes your way.
      But I thank you from the bottom of my heart for you generous spirit, and steadfast support. xxx

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  2. Calen’s right, Jane. Don’t beat yourself up for wanting to show us the best of Paul. You love him still, of course you want the world to think well of him. I promise to ask you how you and he are doing. And I promise to remind you of your promise to yourself. You can’t allow him to make you homeless Jane, and bullying and abusing is so wrong. It’s heartbreaking to hear what he’s been doing and how he’s behaved. You’re right to do as you’ve done. With the help of your daughters, try to be strong. Much love and best wishes x

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    1. Paul’s behaviour is pretty standard for an addict – but he’s unusually good at it, and he’s had a lot of practice. In times of need the addict always reverts to what worked before, no matter how he dispises himself for it – and he does. He hates himself.
      Thank you so much for your stoic support. For myself, I promis to be honest – if I slip up I will admit it. I can do that – and I keep my promises. Much love to you, too.

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