Joseph was arrested a few days ago. I just found out yesterday. He called me from the sadly familiar jail number and launched into a plethora of lies. He was begging and telling me whatever he thought I needed to hear to bail him out of jail. I told him I’d get back to him.
“How? I don’t have access to a phone,” he said.
“Well, you’ll either still be in jail or you won’t be,” I replied.
The new charge was felony level theft. He had already blown his probation, and while there hadn’t been a warrant out for his arrest, this was the end. He had only had about 60 days of probation left to be cleared of his original felony charge. Now, he’s likely going to be a double felon.
I called my parents after I got off of the phone with Joseph. I didn’t expect that they would want to bail my brother out either…I just figured that they would be as relieved as I was that Joseph was in a “safe” place. It’s a strange feeling when your brother’s arrest is a relief because at least you won’t have to worry about getting the call that he’s dead from an overdose. My mom felt likewise.
My dad just fell silent on the phone. He had given up everything he worked for and borrowed on top of that to try to help my brother. It had all been a wasted investment. I didn’t know what to say to my father. How do you console someone who feels like they have failed their child?
Joseph called me again today. Just 24 hours further into his detox and he had already begun to speak more honestly.
”I’m sorry for being such a shitty person,” my brother said.
After everything though, he’s not a shitty person…he’s just made a lot of shitty mistakes.