Bree picked up a job at a mortgage company, so she’s been working the past 3 weeks. Sean hasn’t made any effort to find a job. We got him set up to attend AA. It’s been over a month since he arrived and Bree and I (and Mom and Pop via the phone) have been very happy that he’s been sober since arriving.
I get home very late after the loss to find Bree at wit’s end. She says that Sean left early in the evening and hasn’t come home. He doesn’t really have friends here in Bakersfield yet, so I begin visiting bars. After seeing far too many bars, I finally find him at one called “The Office”, sitting in the corner…or more accurately leaning over a table in the corner nursing I’m not sure which number beer of the night. I get into it with the bartender since it’s obvious Sean is way past drunk. After he threatens to call the cops, I decide I had better just be “my brother’s keeper” tonight, so drag him to the car and head home. When I get there, I find out Bree has been aware that he’s been missing his AA meetings the past couple weeks, but felt that he was making such good progress that maybe it wasn’t a problem…and I think she also had been afraid to tell me.
Knowing I have to travel to Chicago for our next game in a couple days, I spend the next day and finally get a friend from church to help Bree babysit Sean while I’m gone. This isn’t helping my game preparation, though.