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“Ms. Pierce,” he sighs and I immediately feel my palms begin to sweat. “A few of the other doctors here, and myself, have advised based on our evaluation that perhaps communication between you two isn’t best.”
“Wait…what?”
“Charlotte, it’s obvious that Will loves you very much. We aren’t in any way, shape, or form suggesting that you aren’t good for him, please don’t misread what I’m saying. But collectively we all want him to get better, to not want to use alcohol as a crutch.”
“Okay…”
“And we’ve noticed some…triggers in him. Ones I hadn’t caught onto because I wasn’t seeing him as much when you began your relationship.”
“I—you’re sayingI’ma trigger?”
“When someone is in rehab, we try to prevent any excess, aggressive stimulation.”
“I’m aggressive?”
“His feelings for you are quite…strong.”
“I’m aware. The feeling is pretty mutual. So, let me get this straight—you’re hypothesizing that our love…his love for me caused him to drink?”
“We aren’t saying one is a direct correlation to the other.”
“What are you saying?”
“Charley, he wasn’t drinking like this until just after he started seeing you and your husband. It was exacerbated after his license was suspended.”
“So, it’s my fault?”
“Not at all.”
“But I’m a direct cause of it. So, what’s going to happen when he’s out?”
“The good news is we are early in the process. While he’s been drinking more over the past several months, it does appear it was mostly in social settings. The last two to three weeks is where we see the problems.”
I’m silent, stunned, speechless.So, I was right.“I can’t even speak to him for just a moment, to tell him I love him?”
“Charley…he knows you love him.”
“But I want to hear his voice.”
“Do you want to hear his voice more than you want him home?”
“Of course, not but…”
“He’s progressing really well already. He’s just not…he’s not in a place to handle talking to you right now. We have also noticed some signs of codependency, and we are thinking a week will do you both some good.”
Codependency? We’re in love and yes, it’s intense, but who are you to fucking judge?“He said that?”
“Of course not, he’s climbing the walls in here to talk to you.”
“Is…he’s okay, right?”
“Yes, he’s fine, Ms. Pierce. Maybe a little homesick. But he knows that this is necessary.”
I wipe at the constant flow of tears. “So, I can’t come tomorrow?”
“We won’t be allowing visitors tomorrow.”
“None? Not even Drew?”
