Page 81 of Love's Cure

Emmett gave Crystal an encouraging smile and turned to Natalie. “I’m here, no,we’rehere to help you, Mother. Your drinking has become a problem. It’s time you stopped and did something about it.”

Natalie waved away his concern. “Oh, that’s not necessary. The fall was a one-time thing.”

“No, Mom, it wasn’t.” Emmett turned to Crystal.

She cleared her throat. “I’m sure you understand that alcoholism is a disease. A disease that can’t be cured but can be controlled. With help.”

“What gives you the idea that you can talk to me that way,” said Natalie, staring at Crystal with an icy look that sent a shiver through her.

“Hold on. Crystal’s here because I asked for her help,” Emmett said to his mother. “I expect you to treat her with respect. If not, we’ll both leave, and I won’t see you again.”

Natalie pressed her lips together. She leaned back in her chair.

Crystal gripped her hands knowing she had no choice but to tell this woman who didn’t like her what kind of background she had.

Emmett gave her a silent nod of encouragement.

Crystal cleared her throat. “I’m well acquainted with the disease. My mother was addicted to both alcohol and drugs. Growing up, I took care of my younger sister because my mother wouldn’t or couldn’t. I was eighteen when she died, and I was given custody of my sister. I know what it’s like to see someone struggle, and I know what it’s like to see someone lose the fight. Make no mistake, it is a battle that affects everyone in your life. You lose everything—your dignity, your ability to function well, your ability to see the problem.”

“How old were you when you started taking care of your sister?” Natalie asked, sounding suspicious.

“I was eight when she was born. Even then, my mother couldn’t stay sober long enough to care for her.” Crystal’s hands turned cold at the memories.

“Why would you help me after all I’ve said and done to you?” asked Natalie.

Crystal gave her a steady stare. “Because I love your son and don’t want him or anyone whom he loves to go through what I had to.” Crystal stared out the window trying not to cry.

“I’ve looked into treatment centers,” said Emmett. “There’s a highly respected, residential one in New Hampshire that is extremely private. I’ve talked to them, and they’re willing to see you. Their staff is discreet. No one needs to know anything about your being away for a while.”

“That’s over the top. I don’t need to go to a place like that,” scoffed Natalie. “I’ll just stop drinking.”

“It’s not that simple, Mom,” said Emmett. “It takes a learning experience like they offer to make the necessary life choices.”

“You’ll get plenty of support as you change your living style,” said Crystal.

“What would your father say? He’ll be furious,” said Natalie.

Emmett took hold of his mother’s hand. “I’ve talked to Dad already. He’s upset and finally admitted that’s part of the reason he’s encouraged you to stay in Maine while he gets his campaign up and running.”

“He and what other women?” she grumbled.

“That’s something that will have to be worked out separately,” said Emmett. “Right now, I want you to get well. Crystal helped see that no photographers took photos of you lying on the ground drunk. But the situationwillget out if it hasn’t already shown up online.”

Natalie hid her face in her hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Crystal stood and patted Natalie on the back. “You can do what former First Lady Betty Ford dared to do. Get help. You have a way out. Emmett is giving it to you. He loves you.”

“So, when would it happen?” Natalie asked Emmett.

“Now,” he said. “You need to pack bare essentials, nothing fancy. We can have clothes shipped to you from Maine, if necessary.”

“I might need a few days to think about it,” Natalie said.

Emmett shook his head. “Your chance is now. The facility fills up quickly but they’re saving a spot for you for this afternoon.” Emmett stood, went over to his mother, and pulled her up out of her seat and into his arms. “I want the best for you, Mom. I love you.”

“Oh, Emmett, I love you too, son. I’m sorry for putting you through this I’m so ashamed.”

“Shame has nothing to do with it,” said Crystal.

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