Sandy is coming...

Who invited her to visit the Mid-Atlantic states?

Weather forecasters are saying that people living in
my area should have gone to the State Stores and
purchased all the Wine & Spirits we could...

Hmmmm, I'm not even sure that drinking will make
Sandy look any better.

Think I'll just huddle under the covers and
watch some movies, that is, of course, we
have power to do so.

The sun will NOT come out tomorrow,
or the day after that, or maybe even the day after that...
but the sun will come out one day.

Time to batten down the hatches.

Such a Dilemma...

What am I to do?

Walked into the bathroom this morning
only to find wrappers and little baggies
lying by the toilet.

Have I told you lately how much I hate
the evil monster known as Heroin?

I confronted him by making him go and look.
'It must have fell out of my pocket when I
was going to the bathroom.'  'It's old.'

Liar, liar pants on fire!

Let's check your pants then....
some more wrappers and baggies... used.
Then when I searched, a syringe, closed packet (used)
and several packets still held together by their
purple rubberband... unused...

What if's begin to creep into my thoughts...
Dylly was here and picked these up and put
them in his mouth?

Please God, please help us to get away from
this evil monster Heroin.

Help me to understand what I am to do.
Help us to fight this GD battle.
Help rid us of this daily torment.
Help...help...help.

Relapse...

Oh how I hate that word.

Yes, he's relapsed AGAIN!

Locked bedroom door,
light on,
knock after knock after knock unanswered.
Name called time after time after time, no response.

Woke hubby up to find the bedroom keys
so I could find out what lie behind closed doors.

Nervous yet calm to what lie ahead.

Loud knock, louder knock, loudest knock and name called loudly.

Finally noise from within.
Nervousness lessened.
Door opens and he emerges stating he woke up midway through the night
and meant to unlock the door but must have fallen back to sleep
and continues to walk past towards the bathroom.

Notice the bed wasn't 'slept' in and then
notice the bags and wrappers on the bedspread.
Gathering of 'evidence' and turn to show hubby who
has arrived with the keys.

Relapse AGAIN!

He simply cannot deny it, I have the proof.
He wants to deny it, I have the proof.
Caught AGAIN!

Funny he SAYS this is the 2nd time since rehab.
Such a great manipulator, liar and  experienced addict.

2nd time because I confronted him and said
Do you take us for complete idiots.  We suspected such last week.

Oh how the web he weaves is tangled and by no fault of my own,
I am trapped in the gripping web strings sitting there awaiting destiny.

I asked who is going to notify PO?

Then the typical rants start about...
running away - he won't go back to prison.

• Mind you, this was his resolution the last time he was in front of the judge as he sat in the prison when he had a hot urine the last time.
• In order to be released, he fired his public defender and told the judge, if I have another hot urine, you can put me back in prison and I will serve my entire term starting at day one.
• It worked, he got released.
  As you know, he relapsed and finally asked for help and we got him to rehab.30 days.

He rants more.
I'm not going back.
I might as well kill myself.

I don't like this roller coaster ride anymore.
Like him, I too want off.

So, how did your Friday morning start?
I hope it started far better than mine.
Mine sucked!