A little update.

I haven’t written about my husband and his struggle with addiction for a couple of months, so I figured it was time for an update.  Yay!  Updates!  Well, the progress report is very good.  When I last wrote about him, really, I was pulling my hair out and ready to move back to California.  I was soooooo ready.  I was also kicking myself for not having some sort of financial back up that would let me leave at a moments notice.  So that was then.

The church stepped in and took Jon under its wing.  I had so much support from the ladies.  The pastor and his wife met with us several times, then the pastor put Jon in his back pocket for a few weeks and got down to the nitty gritty with him.  He took the time to lay out what alcoholism was doing to Jon spiritually, the danger it was putting him in.  Not just physical danger, but eternal danger.  The pastor charged Jon with getting into God’s word every day, listening to Christian music, and reading Christian authors.  Basically, he wanted Jon to wash his spirit clean.  This may all sound hokey to you, but so far, it’s working.  The changes are amazing to see.

My impatient, stressed out husband has become more understanding and tries to not sweat the small stuff.  I am NOT saying he is perfect and is Mr. WON-der-FUL.  He still sweats a lot of small things. He still can get snappy. ( I do too.) But, overall, he speaks differently.  He carries himself differently.  His eyes and smile are different.  There is change.  He is bearing fruit!  It’s such a difference from before.  No more trying to desperately patch things up.  No more wrestling furiously to keep the alcohol monster at bay.  The attitude that life is unfair and doesn’t make him “happy” is dwindling.  I love it.

The Bible reading, and prayer have been number one in his healing process.  I would have to say a very close number two in the process is our church.  Every week we are recharged with such amazing messages of hope.  We don’t HAVE to live the American dream.  We can throw off those shackles!  We were not put here to serve ourselves, but God and others!  We have the HOPE of eternity!  We have a calling on our lives that makes us different.  We have the responsibility to be a light that shines for people, and draw them near to God.

I don’t know about you, but when I look at the world through the eyes of God, and His plan, my own selfish desires become trivial.  I know that  same force is at work in Jon.  He can’t drink, feel sorry for himself, and then have the joy of the Lord.  He is learning, and succeeding, so far, at letting himself go, and letting God work.  So, I am glad that God has been working behind the scenes. I’m glad that I did not take off with my kids and a wad of cash.  I’m thankful for God’s love…even if Jon stumbles again…even if the world says I am bonkers…even if the stars fall on my head.

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Dumb stuff and all that implies.

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I like a little drama.  I like a little gossip.  It’s the me in me.  I admit it.  I have a lot of work to do fo sho.  I tend to like my gossip and drama to be a little light hearted.  I don’t want to hear about someone burning their house down for the insurance money.  I want to hear about babies, and stupid husband tricks.  Much beyond that it takes a toll on me.  Sure it might tickle my hears for a bit, but then I mull it over, and then I start WORRYING about all parties involved.  Worrying leads to heart palpitations and incessant talking about situations that are beyond my control. After that it makes my husband mad.

So it REALLY sucks when a situation goes down and all fingers point to me.  Well cut those fingers off and shove em in a hot dog bun, cuz I had nothing to do with this latest round of drama.  I guess I’m a target because I’m the outsider.  Dumb.  Stuff weighs on me.  I don’t want to hear it!  I’ve been hearing it for a year.  I can’t solve the situation! I don’t have certification in FIXING.

I am sure you can relate.  One person does all kinds of stuff.  Everyone talks about their stuff.  Oh, SUM-BUDDY just needs to sit this person down and scold them about all their stuff.  SUM-BUDDY should step in and stop this person from sawing off their own head.  Right on!  Well, do it ya own self.  Quit telling me about it.  SUM-BUDDY isn’t gonna be me.  Cause you know what?  It hasn’t done any good.  When a person is so wrapped up in the hustle and flow of their own life, gluing that house of cards together, running two steps ahead of everybody else, he/she can see ole SUM-BUDDY coming a mile away.  That’s just long enough for them to come up with another sob story.

And here we are, the curtain has come crashing down.  Now there is forced accountability.  Two choices remain.  Straighten up or stick to the same old stuff.  I will love you and pray for you over here.  Alone.  Outside all that stuff.  When you are ready, feel free to join me.

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Facebook Feeds My Ulcers

Have you ever wronged anyone?  I mean reaaaaallly wronged them.  Not just a little bit, but a LOT.  I have.  Thanks to Facebook, I can periodically search for said people.  Most of the time, thankfully, I can never find them.  Sometimes, like yesterday, I can.

When Jon and I were first married we lived in an apartment complex in Florida.  One day at the pool, I struck up a conversation with a lovely gal who was there with her two year old daughter.  Her son might have been there too, I don’t remember.  Our husbands had both been in the Navy, liked to fish, etc.  We began to hang out, have dinner, watch football.  It was fun.  Yeah, until Jon and I ruined it.

It was like a sick coordinated attack.  They were smart people, it didn’t take long for them to figure out that Jon had a major drinking problem.  They felt sorry for me and did their best to include us in their lives, despite Jon’s erratic behavior.  One evening she and I hung out while the guys went fishing.  I decided to head home with Jacob when it got dark.  On the walk back, I noticed that Jon’s truck was home.  Hmmm, I must have just missed them, I thought.  I headed upstairs, assuming her husband was already home, and maybe Jon would be sitting in the living room ready to share his fishing tales.  Um, no.  What I walked into was quite opposite.  Let’s just leave it at that.

Now, understand, that I had seen Jon go from drinking and quite awake to passed out in less than five minutes.  The bathroom was still steamy and wet.  I chalked the whole thing up to him being so drunk when he got home he had showered and promptly passed out on the bed.  Jacob and I went through our normal bedtime routine and put an end to that night.  During the night, our goofy loud neighbors had someone pounding on the door.  They were partiers and made a lot of noise.  I woke up and thought maybe this time I should call the police.  Soon enough it stopped and I drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, Jon woke up and had NO memory of the night before.  He did not remember coming home.  Nothing.  Now, either the phone rang early, or my friend met me outside, I don’t remember, but she had PLENTY to fill me in on.  Jon had left her husband and drove off. Left him.  By a river.  In Florida.  With wild beasts.  Her husband had to hitch hike home.  It had been them pounding on the door the night before.  The sheer embarrassment and disbelief on my face, might have been the only thing keeping her from believing I had a part in it.  I’ll never know.  Needless to say, her husband removed himself from any further participation with Jon.  With anything.  I didn’t blame him.  Neither did Jon.  It was awful.

She and I managed to still be friends, but it was different after that.  How could it not be?  We both started working at the same place.  Some of the women there treated her really crappy.  She tried so hard to be perky, friendly, and vivacious, only to be met with sarcasm and scorn.  I watched as she suffered silently at home as well.  She wanted everything to be perfect, and to show that she was good enough.  It was a tough veneer to crack.  At one point, I got after her about it.  I told her she needed to stand up for herself and not be such a Pollyanna.  Oh, she so needed to hear that from me.  Right.  I couldn’t even keep my own life straight.  How dare I be so self righteous?

After noticing that her husband was saying jerky things to her and how it tore her down to a tiny nub, I decided to do her one of my special favors.  I was going to SHOW her how this pursuit of perfection would affect her daughter.  I wanted to hit her hard so that she would wake up before it was “too late”.  I sat down and I wrote her an email from the futuristic view point of her daughter .  It was absolutely wretched.  I sent it to their joint email account.  Her husband read it first.  (Which was part of my plan.  He needed to wake up too.)  He fired back with an explosive email, then he let her read it.  She was extremely hurt.  Instead of waking her up to the peace of not having to be so perfect, I basically called her the worst mother in the world.  Shame. On. Me.

We never really spoke again.  She has probably forgotten about me.  At least, I hope she has.  We were jerks.  Incapable of doing anything but injecting drama into everything we did.  What the heck?  Did I go to the soap opera school of friendships?  I would like to say I should have known better, but I didn’t.  I do now, but that doesn’t keep from occasionally getting into hot water with my writing.

I have dreamed about her.  In the dreams I apologize profusely, then I find out she has lived down the street from us for years.  Sometimes, I think of her in passing and wonder what she’s been up to.  Yesterday, one of the names of her kids popped into my head.  I looked him up and there he was.  From there, I found her and saw her face after ten years.  Should I tell her I’m sorry?  Should I leave it alone?  As usual, I want to fix this.  I’m not a very good fixer.