He has been with his Dad since Thursday, was supposed to come home tonight. I started in again on Thursday....bad. Stupid stuff like I used to do, and have not done in a long time. A bar...got kicked out (in my defense, they lady barmaids didnt like me, I wasnt doing anything wrong). Friday...damn, and all nighter, met a guy and we drank all night, I certainly in my right mind enough to not even kiss him so thank God for that, and I didn't black out.
Yesterday evening, went to the bookstore...spent $22.00 on books I could not afford, but told myself it was worth it to read and not drink on a Saturday night. That convenience store....damn those things. Ended up drinking until 3am.
Mid morning I woke up, and I had this image of my putting a gun to my head, it scared me. I imagined what might happen after that...
My children
My parents
My lover
My friends
My life
I got up and went back to bed to hear knocking on my front door, my beautiful mother....bringing Halloween gifts, looking so excited about life and dressed up and glowing at the age of 76.
I called her after she left and told her not worry, I will be fine....and then hopped in my car to get to the nearest convenience store to buy a 24-pack, so this day will just be over.
My son was supposed to come home this evening, I asked his Dad to keep him another night....
So, this is life...at the age of 42? The constant struggle, giving in...hurting. I really am not sure if I see a tomorrow, even though I have everything left to live for.
I am not suicidal...I just do not see a reason to wake up and do this thing called life every day. Seems likes it is a matter of just getting through it, and this is not what LIFE
is supposed to be.
Thank you for listening...I just needed to express this to someone. Maybe tomorrow will be better... ?
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