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Rebooting

  • Posted on January 20, 2011 at 11:57 pm

Life y’all. Sometimes you live it.

Sometimes you fasten your seatbelt and pray.

I’m very conscious of the fact that some folks can actually feel the stress/emotion in a post (because I’m one of those people, yo) and I didn’t want to drop a stress bomb on y’all.

It became impossible to write. You know about my water main bursting on August 26th (which? was totally the first day of class. And no, I didn’t go to school that day.)

And I posted a picture of my foot in a brace a few weeks later, without the corresponding story. I stepped wrong (at work), my ankle popped, and I got to wear that lovely accessory for a few weeks.

The things I didn’t talk about are really not mine to discuss in detail, but they generally made my head explodey.

Cataract surgery.
An injured knee that required bracing, anti-inflammatories, an MRI, and finally surgery.
A car accident.
And the most important thing of all:

My Saint of a Mama moved out. She married a lovely LOVELY man, and is happier than I’ve seen her in a while.

I had a small bit of a breather, then I turned around and hosted Thanksgiving Dinner at my house.

Yeah.

So please excuse my absence. Let’s talk about some Stuff, mkay?

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I flipped

  • Posted on May 1, 2009 at 6:01 pm
This entry is part 5 of 10 in the series atypicalrelationship

I knew/know codeine is not a muscle relaxer. My eyes narrowed and my back “got up”. I carried the bottle to him and said “explain. NOW.”

He shrugged and said “That’s codeine. What the doctor prescribed for when my back goes into spasm and it won’t stop.”

He could tell I was upset, and I was doing my level best to not yell/scream/storm off. He is not my first husband, he deserves the opportunity to explain.

(My first husband The Addict would take two vicodin and go to work. He was a gen-u-wine joy to live with.)

He went on to tell me that he only takes a half, when he “needs” it. The days that he “didn’t mean to” stand me up? were days spent in bed because the drug knocked him out.

I couldn’t keep the emotion out of my voice – my words were well-placed weapons designed to skewer, to wound, to flay. I’ve already BEEN with one addict, I’m not *going* to be with another, this is NOT codeine, it’s vicodin, it’s very addictive and THE FACT THAT YOU’RE TAKING IT BOTHERS ME A LOT. The fact that you’ve stood me up not once but twice on this stuff SAYS a lot about you.

He shrugged, helplessly. There is nothing to do. He has a legitimate prescription, I’m not going to count pills (again), if I want to be with him I’m just going to have to trust.

I left him standing there.

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