Here's a recipe for how to get really mad:
First, marry a heroin addict.
Then, start a blog. Meticulously record your every thought and feeling and your heroin addict husband's every word and deed.
Each time your husband confesses to a relapse he's hidden from you, go look at the post you wrote during that time.
Fucking intuition.
8 comments:
Arrrgggghhhh! Just commiserating.
I'm sorry. Damn. :/
If you or you & G need a ride to the meeting tonight..let me know. I'll come get your crazy asses.
Or, i'll come get you, skip the meeting, & we can drink yummy red wine as previously discussed.
Wouldn't our sponsor be proud.
Sucks, honey. Funny codie impulse though, to go back and check. The first thing I did when my husband came clean was to comb through e-mail and journals to connect the dots -- and I was pissed that I didn't keep better records! Go figure.
I like my story better..... well, the end part at least..
Marry the best guy in the world.
Slowly enter into the wonderful world of being junkies together...
All the while, keeping your jobs, house, and the family and friends are none-the-wiser.
Scratch heads and keep asking each other why are we doing this?
Then- work on staying away from it together- so our world doesn't fall apart... So far, a happy ending, hoping to keep it that way.
Ouch. I'm sorry honey. *hug* Anything I can do?
You forgot the step where you compare the post from the relapse to the posts from the last month.
:P (Payback for stealing)
Where the heck are you.
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