Today I am a just a dumb bitch for not cleaning the juicer before taking the kids out...WTF !
Oh and I'm mentally ill too. Just take a pil...
I tell him I want out of this night mare and he tells me 'to get fucked.'
I don't know how much longer I can take this. I'm no saint here but I don't believe that I deserve this level of ferocity, vulgarity. I know my kids don't need to hear it.
I want 17 bottles of rum right now. I want to plunk a big bottle of Barcardi down of the kitchen table and pour a long tall sally of a rum and tonic and take my time to slice the lime..
Why should I stay sober for this, my friends? Besides the obvious? Honestly? Why?
The last year and a half I drank in private and it was pretty quiet, lonely but quiet. Sedated. Now I am edgier, I am more explosive I admit it but...
I can stay sober thru the weight gain, the loss of motivattion, the anxiety but there is an end in sight to those symtoms. This looks endless. Or at least until the twins are up and out...8 long awful years...:upset:
Sorry to unload. I am just freaked I married this man and then made three kids with him. What the hell was I thinking :shocked:
Am I only one who tried to do the right thing and get it togther only to make things worse? Please tell me how people coped with spouses who made them crazy after you tried to get better. Maybe I should visit Alanon...Old joke: How do you knwo a member of Alanon as had a relapse? Answer: They had a moment of compassion.
Never got that joke till now.
:l
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