Our next Tuesday call came, and she said she wanted to share
her big plan with me. However, she couldn’t speak freely because her roommate
was there and I’d have to wait. Ugh, so frustrating. My husband and I were
waiting to hear that she was moving back home, and we could help her get a
restart in her life. He lives for that shit; I’m pretty much over it.
So I looked forward to that next call. In the meantime, I had
some health issues—some weird test results showing liver masses and an elevated
RA measurement—and there was no answer for it all. When we got in touch, I
started with that, my reasoning being that she’s an adult and I could be honest
with her. She ended up crying and saying how much she misses me and was sorry
for being so much trouble. She said it made her decision to come home all the
more solid, so she could be by my side.
Then we went into her plan. She found an apartment here at home in
another part of town, had a job prospect, and would start school nearby. She
was going to fulfill her current lease and take until the end of the month to pack and
get ready to come home. Once home, she’d definitely make sure she went to the
doctor, dentist, eye doctor, and gynecologist. She’d stay on her ADHD medicine
and start thinking about having a solid career. She might even be able to get
her old job back—they’ve asked her to come back to a position in sales.
