Part 2
Sunday: I’m in DC with Gianni, meeting my new renter and signing the lease, picking up his deposit check. I get a call from Alex saying that Drea destroyed the living room. She kicked a hole in the wall (again), threw couches over, broke a jar of pickles (I assumed she threw it), and kicked a hole in the couch.
My reaction: FUUUUCK! It’s over. She’s out of the house. She is out of control and is either going to be homeless or put in a psych hospital. I was SOO mad. I told my sister that she’s OUT and my sister starts packing her own bag.
Eventually, she realizes that I’m threatening to make them both homeless to show her that she cannot simply allow Drea to continue going crazy without action, without attempts to get her residential treatment that she so desperately needs. My sister tells Drea directly that she needs to go into residential and Drea tells both her mother and me that she would kill herself before going to “resi.”
Drea threw my sister’s phone up against the wall and into many pieces and then ran away…
Long story short, I had to call the cops (remotely from Virginia!) and they took Drea to the pysch hospital.
