While in Illinois over the holidays we had our son Craig (who normally lives with his Dad). I dropped him off at the KH as my wife and I went to Mass. After Mass we went to pick up Craig, and as the WasteTower Study was not over yet we sat in for the last 15 minutes (GAG!). After the meeting some of my wife's former KH friends came over and talked to her. One in particular was a good friend of hers from years back so she gave her our phone number in South Carolina.
Now mind you, since my wife's nervous break down she's been subject to some REALLY HORRIBLE panic attacks. Just those few minutes at the hall caused her to have one. ANYHOW, jump into the future about a week. When we get back to SC there's a message on our answering machine NOT FROM THE GAL my wife gave the number to, but another acquantance. My wife promptly said she didn't want to talk to any of these people (she usually won't even talk to her biological sisters because of the stress it induces). Finally, ANOTHER acquantance from her old KH days calls all the way from alaska and leaves a message. Liza says she STILL doesn't want to talk to any of these people.
The gal from Alaska, Helen, calls again this past Monday. I answer the phone and tell her Liza isn't home (the truth). She calls again about an hour later and Liza is home. I've already told Liza about the first call and she's adamant about not talking. I inform Helen of Liza's decision. Helen knows of the Nervous Breakdown that occurred, so I tell her that Liza has opted not to talk to any former friends because of panic attacks. Helen immediately starts in on whether Liza is attending meetings. I said no. Helen then tells me that this would help Liza a lot. I tell her no, that it would actually make her situation worse, inducing Panic Attacks (I don't tell her that she doesn't have these same Panic Attacks when she goes to Mass with me...hmmmmm). Anyhow, I tell Helen she's free to send cards, but that Liza isn't up to talking to anyone.
Guess who called again on Tuesday, the B*TCH. Liza just happened to answer the phone thinking it was me (she usually doesn't answer the phone these days). Helen starts giving her the third degree, "what's wrong with you? Is Mike mistreating you? Is he forbidding you from attending meetings?" Liza told her she didn't want to talk about what happened, no, I wasn't mistreating her but instead was a Godsend (yea me!) and that I didn't restrict her from going to meetings, and that she just wasn't up to talking emotionally speaking...click. Then she has a pretty major panic attack. If I ever find the B*tch Helen's phone number I'm gonna call and give her a peace of my mind. How "loving" of this "sister" that hasn't been in touch for 10 years and doesn't know me to think I mistreat my wife and forbid her to attend meetings.