Hello family,
As some of you are aware, I am moving forward in my recovery and continue on my journey every day. Each day I feel a little less stressed out and a little bit stronger. I began reaching out to friends again, friends that I had been too embarassed to face in the past, I have been taking control of my life, my emotions, my attitude, all of which are going in a much more positive direction. I feel so good about me!
While I have been busy taking care of me, I also believed that my abf was getting busy taking care of HIM. I was wrong. Seems the more I took care of me, the more frightened he got until he would work himself into a frenzy and pick up. Though I had my suspicions, I kept them to myself and simply went about my business.
This past Thursday night, he picked up again. He went out on a short errand, etc. When he arrived home, I knew he had been drinking...why do they think that we cant smell it behind the gum, or the slim jims?? I said nothing, I just set aout making my lunch and smiling and nodding at the proper times. Because I wasnt overly responsive, he began taunting me, I still did nothing. I felt so good. I just tuned him out. He didnt much care for this and began shouting, again I did nothing...still feeling good. I wont go into the awful details of the scenes that followed, but suffice it to say, that he is lucky to not be incarcerated, and is working on trying to be admitted for a 30 day inpatient program. Apparently, no matter who you call, there is a 1-3 day waiting list, AFTER you get accepted. The bottom line is this...if he is not in a facility by Wednesday, he is on the street. I still feel good, and I am feeling better all the time.

seeking peace,
jeannie