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dljwhitewolf
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Found out why I freaked, newly, doesn't know it yet, boyfriend, took me to 1st and 3rd wives family to play cards.
After a time of letting my hair down we left, where he said to me, "I don't think you should have told them you have c-ptsd,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
Lost it,,,,,,,,,,,,it is who I am.
Those folks were smoking pot in front of a nine year old. Flashback to me given drugs as a child, ya think, and his daughter is allowed to go to these homes every other weekend to see this.
She had even asked me if I was going out to smoke, I said no honey, I smoke in the house, this five year old precious gem said, no the other kind of smoke.
I lashed at him in a phone call, oops woke him up, telling him he is given permission to his daughter for her future, that when times get tough, its ok to smoke drink or do any of the drugs her mother does.
I'm a medic, I have to leave this scene.
In the doctors office I would have reported it to social services.
I sent him back his cheap ass earring he gave me for x-mas, without anything but tape holding them to a benign card. No forwarding address, deleted email, and everything else I had held sacred for him.
Thanks to c-ptsd, I have turned off, and will not remember the good for quite awhile, and at that point, it will only be the feelings I will cherish, not the person.
Oh well, here we go again,,,,,,,,,,,,
Oh and the kicker,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he blames it all on nonabug for me trying to help her thru her hell,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Sarge never ever ever gave up on me, even when flight decked (military for psych unit), after helping me, my call was always and quickly answered.
I can never thank Sarge enough, but I can keep the chain of hope growing for folks like us, so in return, those folks one day can do the same.
And to paraphrase Forest Gump
'that's all I got to say about that'
Da Wolf
After a time of letting my hair down we left, where he said to me, "I don't think you should have told them you have c-ptsd,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
Lost it,,,,,,,,,,,,it is who I am.
Those folks were smoking pot in front of a nine year old. Flashback to me given drugs as a child, ya think, and his daughter is allowed to go to these homes every other weekend to see this.
She had even asked me if I was going out to smoke, I said no honey, I smoke in the house, this five year old precious gem said, no the other kind of smoke.
I lashed at him in a phone call, oops woke him up, telling him he is given permission to his daughter for her future, that when times get tough, its ok to smoke drink or do any of the drugs her mother does.
I'm a medic, I have to leave this scene.
In the doctors office I would have reported it to social services.
I sent him back his cheap ass earring he gave me for x-mas, without anything but tape holding them to a benign card. No forwarding address, deleted email, and everything else I had held sacred for him.
Thanks to c-ptsd, I have turned off, and will not remember the good for quite awhile, and at that point, it will only be the feelings I will cherish, not the person.
Oh well, here we go again,,,,,,,,,,,,
Oh and the kicker,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he blames it all on nonabug for me trying to help her thru her hell,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Sarge never ever ever gave up on me, even when flight decked (military for psych unit), after helping me, my call was always and quickly answered.
I can never thank Sarge enough, but I can keep the chain of hope growing for folks like us, so in return, those folks one day can do the same.
And to paraphrase Forest Gump
'that's all I got to say about that'
Da Wolf