I find it highly ironic given all that I went through during my last relationship. A failed engagement due to alcoholism and marijuana use. Something he had done while we were in High school and something I found out when I started going with him.
He is a firm believer in self medication and blasted doctors for handing out prescriptions. You could say I was a fool blinded by loves hindsight. ow that I look back on it. His mother and I became good friends through it all. I could forgive so many things but his constant belittling and writing racy messages to another women tore it for me.
He constantly was pressuring me to push the kids "Out of the nest" so to speak, that I didn't train them right. Come to find out that both him and his sister are both Bi-polar and don't take a thing for it, other than him using Alcohol and smoking marijuana Jaded past, nevertheless with very questionable friends.
Another facet of his personality was buying me things and helping me financially, became a weapon to use to hold "You Owe Me" mentality. over my head. Finally, I couldn't take it, my nerves, my faith, my emotions had taken too much. My benign tremors started once again.
Now I'm going to Southeast with my daughter , Carianne here in Delaware for counseling, something he suggested actually and went to only twice since I've known him.
I have GERD and infections in both ears to boot.
When he is clean and sober, hes a good person, but him wanting to stay clean and sober is another story, he doesn't. Constantly he had been offered help, over and over for almost thirty years.
I know every time I paint a wine glass, Ill remind myself on the road that got me here and understand more clearly, little less naive prayerfully.
I was repeatedly told by him "I have a big heart" It may be so, but the bigger they are the harder they fall.
So is it "Life imitates art? " Or is it "Art imitates Life?" I can't remember
