Life just gets complicated when you have someone detoxing in your living room. On the bright side, it serves as a horrible warning so my boy will know better than to ever go there right?
That has been the sum of life this week. We haven't killed each other, and I haven't killed her. So I guess things are alright lol.
Only one trip to the ER, only one nurse saw me cry, I got us homes safely after a 24 hour stint (Whatever those nurses put in their coffee at the ER, wow. I need that stuff at home), and thing1 told three seconds of truth. Miracles do happen. I know it's not enough, but it is something.
I kind of miss it here in my little corner. And all those blogs I'm addicted to reading regularly. Though I must admit, I'm seeing addiction as a horrible thing these days.
I have a lot of thoughts as usual. Though most of them seem to center around dealing with the junky mentality. Just thrilling right?
I'm hoping for some semblance of normal right around the corner. Sad to say, but I have been about as submissive as a barbed wire fence lately. But that kind of happens when things turn inside out.
I realized that writing here helps me focus and think about submission. No matter how rambling or incoherent it might sound, I think it helps me be better at this whole submission thing. Even if it's just admitting that I'm
On the bright side, the Boy was super sweet for mother's day (making up for last year perhaps), and Alpha made brownies. Though my piece did have a suspicious piece of something resembling cardboard (I hope). But hey, it was the first thing I saw thing1 laugh at in earnest all week. Maybe she really is still in there somewhere.