Me going back to work and Dennis drinking was not going to happen. Not with us living in the same house. We fought. I ask him to leave. He refused. We did this over and over for the next couple of weeks.
I finally left and told him that if he did not check into inpatient treatment voluntarily, I would turn him in for drinking to his probation officer. (This as I came to find out, was a violation of the Tarrant County terms not the Wise County Terms legally, they couldn't revoke him or at least didn't want to for that.)
I was gone for one evening and he agreed to go into inpatient treatment the next morning when I called. I returned and took him in to rehab. He called the office and told them he was going to be visiting his sick father. I tried to stay out of it since we worked for the same company. I wanted him to come clean about the problem but he refused.
In rehab he had them drug him up so bad that when I went to see him the following day, he was drooling uncontrollably. He was also flirting with another "rehabee" I wasn't pleased and told him so. I went home.
I wasn't sure what to do at that point. It was pretty much out of my hands and into his. I wanted to make this all work out. It wasn't up to me. I hadn't learned that yet.
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