31 August 2016
Dear Myreel, Corwin, Delon and Durelle...
I wanted you to be aware that Durelle had a long visit with Olivia on Monday night. Durelle called me last night on her way to California, I believe, to report on the visit. It was not good.
Olivia and Jeffery went on for hours telling Durelle a sordid saga of years of deceptions, lyings, addictions, self-destructing behaviors, etc. Their bottom line: Duraye doesn’t need an apartment on her own, she needs intervention…to be checked into an addiction recovery facility. It was heart-breaking. Feel free to call Durelle, if you want the details.
It, of course, raises the questions: are we doing the right thing? do we keep going?
Legally, we’re (or at least, I’m) committed. I’ve signed the lease, which begins tomorrow. The salt in the wound: the landlords didn’t require a first and last payment, but they did require a refundable security deposit that’s equivalent to a month’s rent ($950). So it’s the same thing, for which I’m deeply sorry that I didn’t ask the “right question” when asking abut the terms. So the up-front cost of this move is going to be a bit painful (about $2,700). I’ll send you details soon.
Let me confess to you that I don’t know that we’re doing the right thing. But I don’t see any other viable options.
For instance, while intervention is what may be needed, there’s no way we can force her into doing it. Things won’t change until Duraye decides she’s weary of her sad and miserable life—when she cries out from the depth of her heart for help…help from God and from those who love her most. So are we enabling her sad and miserable life by what we’re doing? It’s certainly a risk.
One option is, of course, to let her drown and hit that horrible rock bottom…penniless, maybe on the street, maybe suicidal (she carries a weapon…crazy, but she does).
Despite the long and sordid saga Durelle painted for me last night, I will tell you that I continue to believe we’re on the right path. I may be delusional and naive. If so, I can only ask your forgiveness. But here’s how I look at it.
Here’s what makes this time different…and maybe brings us hope.
Until now our picture of Duraye has come from lots of different sources—our own personal experiences, each of our siblings dealings' with her, her children, occasionally friends, telling us about her deceit and troubles. Duraye has tried to play us against each other and many of us have quietly slipped her cash in a moment of sympathy…cash, for all we know, that was likely used for feeding addictions.
So, for the first time, we are united as a family in taking action to address Duraye. Instead of threatening her (as she may deserve), we’re showing her mercy. We’re trusting in her. If she burns the same bridge she has burned with several in the family, who have reached out to her or who have been “used” by her, she now knows she’s burning the bridge with the entire family. There will be no one else, in her sphere of those who care and love her, to turn to for rescue or to be deceived.
Secondly, we now have the influence of the Church to help us. That was never fully available because Duraye, as a non-member co-habitating, caused the bishop’s hands to be tied. Hopefully, if we work closely with Duraye’s bishop, HP Group leader, Relief Society president, home and visiting teachers, we will find out within a few months if Duraye is making any attempts to change…to start a new life.
Yes, she can pull the wool over the bishop’s eyes…and others…but, in time, her attendance at church, her willingness to meet with the bishop, her willingness to receive home and visiting teachers, her willingness to serve (where non-members can serve) when asked, will tell us if there’s a ray of hope being kindled in our sister’s life.
For the first time, she will now be accountable to the family and to the Church. Hopefully she’ll figure out that such accountability cannot be faked forever and the true Duraye will be made known to us and, more importantly, to her.
While this is going to be expensive to all of us, I personally believe it’s our only hope that somehow our merciful actions plus her connecting again with the Church will allow a spark of repentance to be kindled and fanned so that she will ultimately cry out for help. It’s then, and only then, will she be open to receiving the professional help that none of us can provide, but is available through intervention services.
In all of this, I have had in my mind an image of facing Dad and Mom some day and telling them how much I love Duraye and that we did everything...even if it cost me dearly financially…to keep her with us.
If you feel we are going in the wrong direction, please know I understand if you choose not to participate in what’s happening. You have all been so supportive and encouraging and I can’t tell you how grateful I am for that. I, too, despair over all of this and find myself crying out for help. Thank you for not giving up on her…or me.
Love,
Crismon
P.S. We serve in the temple on Wednesdays so I will not be available to respond to any emails until this evening.