We had an awful fight. Over prescription pain medicine. I simply cannot understand why he wants to just stay so gorked out that he falls asleep eating. I had to go get him out of the grocery store last night. Yesterday I found him on his hands and knees scratching around in the carpet for remnants. Really? Has this what his life has come to? He hates his life so much that he has to medicate himself to this point. I have hidden the two almost empty bottles and im sure than when he sobers up enough he will be pissed. Oh well, that's just too bad.
I have taken on the attitude of, "Sucks for you."
Actually I am so pissed at him that I don't care how mad he gets. I am going to do what I need to do, including cleaning the room up and moving the bed in there. We have only lived here a year, it's time to get the bed set up.
Depression, drug abuse, mental and physical illness...... what a hoot.
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