SCM, I'm going to ask you to let us into your head for a second.
I know that none of us can ever really know why Diane did what she did but knowing what I know about your experience with addiction, would you be able to tell me what you think you might have done, had you been in her place?
Terrified that you might be caught, would you admit that your niece was right...and admit to your own brother you weren't feeling well? Or would you completely try and play it off like there wasn't a thing wrong and you would have those kids home safe and sound in no time?
I have a hard time imagining that someone who could be scared out of her mind that the jig might be up when she gets home would admit that yeah, something is wrong and she wasn't in control of the situation.
This is a question I have been asking myself and it's hard to know, especially when we don't know how impaired she was and how bad she was feeling, but I am 99% sure I would have acted very similarly to Diane.
Once I get on the phone with my brother, If I am
able to act like nothing is wrong and I didn't know why Emma had called then is my first choice. But as I talk to my brother, I piece things together - Emma's worried, she's gotten her father worried, I DO feel like hell and I am slurring a little. So I try to buy time.
I go to choice number 2 - I tell a
little bit of the truth "Yes, I am feeling badly and confused and having some visual disturbances - I don't know what's wrong with me." This buys me some time because I am
absolutely incapable of telling my brother who has entrusted me with his kids, who thinks I am an awesome mother and person and who doesn't know how much I drink the truth and I'm still thinking I can wiggle my way out of this - after all, I've been fooling him and everyone well for a while now.
Then, once I realize my brother iss coming, PANIC and the desire to buy some more time would rush over me. I would come up with a plan to get myself out of this.
I would leave the phone on the side of the rode because that works into the story I am planning to tell my brother. My plan at this point is to not drink anymore and to sober up in the ride to my brother's house. When I get to his home, I will call him on his cell phone and say, "OMG - I am so sorry - you must have been worried to death - but when we were talking earlier and I was feeling so terrible, I had gotten out of the car to get some fresh air and talk to you and then I flaked and left my phone there. I don't know what happened - I was feeling so bad and so weird, but then after I spoke with you, I started to feel better again, whatever it was passed - I think I just need to get home and rest - I will call the doctor tomorrow morning, blah blah blah"
By the time my brother gets back home to his house, I will have had time to brush my teeth, straighten up and really swing home with this story. I know my brother will buy my story because he has no reason whatsoever to think I would lie to him.
I realize my brother is coming for us and I can't be found, so I start looking for a different route to his house - a route that he wouldn't normally take. This is how I wind up on the Taconic. Once I'm there, I am completely focused on getting us home and sobering up and going over my story in my mind so I can put on the performance I need to put on. I have complete tunnel vision. Then - the collision.
Remember - my story isn't going to be perfect - there will be some holes - my brother may not understand my actions, BUT it will buy me the time I need to act sober again and it's the best plan I can come up with.