ms.chessnudt
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I am really hungover today. I usually avoid hangovers, I'm usually good about alternating cocktails with water, getting plenty of sleep; yesterday, I had cramps and a friend gave me a pill, a percocet, I've never taken it before and it slayed me. Felt great at the time, but not so much today...drank way too much, the pill dehydrated me, today I feel useless and guilty.
Yesterday was bliss though, I had no sadness or fear, I even let my boyfriend spend the night...I don't let him do that often, I still live where my husband shot himself and it's too hard to share the space. Boyfriend doesn't like it much, either, but we want to be together...his place is too small and I have my son, we couldn't all fit there. I believe we'd live well together elsewhere, we just can't do it here. I feel paralyzed to change the situation, to get my house ready for sale and get us out of here. I'm avoiding like crazy these days, isolating, sleeping after my son goes to school.
I wish I didn't drink so much, I don't want to stop, I just want to slow down. I don't want to feel guilty about it.
I pretty much feel guilty about everything, all the time. Boyfriend is cheerfully cutting my grass right now and I feel like an asshole, even though he loves doing it and I don't ask him to. I want to be able to do it all myself. One of the last things that my husband said to me was, "do it yourself, you're going to have to learn how to do things your own ****ing self if you want to leave me," I didn't know how true that would be. And I can do it myself, but this is a big house and property and I need help...if he hadn't killed himself, I wouldn't be doing this all by myself, I wouldn't be the only parent, we would have sold the house and split the profit...now everything is breaking down, little things, and I am too tired to make it right.
My son is eating pizza and cookies for breakfast. He's so happy, so peaceful, I am jealous of him.
Yesterday was bliss though, I had no sadness or fear, I even let my boyfriend spend the night...I don't let him do that often, I still live where my husband shot himself and it's too hard to share the space. Boyfriend doesn't like it much, either, but we want to be together...his place is too small and I have my son, we couldn't all fit there. I believe we'd live well together elsewhere, we just can't do it here. I feel paralyzed to change the situation, to get my house ready for sale and get us out of here. I'm avoiding like crazy these days, isolating, sleeping after my son goes to school.
I wish I didn't drink so much, I don't want to stop, I just want to slow down. I don't want to feel guilty about it.
I pretty much feel guilty about everything, all the time. Boyfriend is cheerfully cutting my grass right now and I feel like an asshole, even though he loves doing it and I don't ask him to. I want to be able to do it all myself. One of the last things that my husband said to me was, "do it yourself, you're going to have to learn how to do things your own ****ing self if you want to leave me," I didn't know how true that would be. And I can do it myself, but this is a big house and property and I need help...if he hadn't killed himself, I wouldn't be doing this all by myself, I wouldn't be the only parent, we would have sold the house and split the profit...now everything is breaking down, little things, and I am too tired to make it right.
My son is eating pizza and cookies for breakfast. He's so happy, so peaceful, I am jealous of him.