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My Husband the Meth Addict

After I kicked my husband out of the apartment almost a year and a half ago, he admitted to “trying meth a few times” with some girl he had seen.  Well, over the past six months, or maybe more, he has sunken to new lows.  He was living in a house with a bunch of junkies and whores, and now he’s completely hooked on meth.  He told me before Christmas that he was not smoking it, but that they were injecting it.  I didn’t even know that was possible, but then again, I’m not a meth addict.  To be perfectly honest, meth is the one drug that totally scares the shit out of me and he knew that.

So one of the people living with him in the junkie house was pink-haired girl in her early thirties.  To see her pictures on Facebook you might think, oh, she’s pretty, but those pics are old and I’m sure by now she looks like your typical meth-head.  In fact, my husband looks like your typical meth-head now.  Well, he’s been infatuated with this girl for a while now and still is, even though he told his mom otherwise so that she would think he was serious about getting clean this time.  I don’t know what all is going on between them, other than the meth, but he’s been posting shit all over Facebook about how one day she’s the love of his life, and then next he hates her.  I don’t believe a word he says about anything anymore.

Over the past couple of months I have tried to talk him into getting help, not only for himself, but for his son in particular.  He doesn’t care about any one or any thing anymore.  He had called his mom a couple of weeks ago and she came and got him and was letting him stay with her.  I was happy about it at first because I thought that finally he was going to get the help he needs.

Well, last Wednesday he called me crying and talking crazy.  He said he was driving around and didn’t know where to go.  First of all, I didn’t understand how he was driving because he didn’t have a car.  Or so I thought.  Then he told me that his mom bought him an old car.  That is the stupidest thing she could have done because that gives him the ability to go out and get more drugs.  Then he texts me later saying that he was back at her house.  I thought all was well again.

This morning I messaged his mom to let her know that I wouldn’t make it to church this morning.  She asked me if I had heard from him because he got mad and left on Thursday and hadn’t been back.  I immediately pulled up his Facebook page and saw that he had made a post three hours earlier saying he was stuck at Wal-Mart, broke, no food, no gas, and needed help.  So I messaged him.  He messaged me back saying he was at his mom’s.  Of course I didn’t believe him because I had JUST talked to her.  After I told him that he sent me a picture back and the message “Fuck off.”

There is so much more to all this than I can write about in one post, but this will have to do.  The fact that I never could bring myself to completely stop worrying about him, or to block him from contacting me, or to stop hoping that one day he would decide to get help, has made my life stressful and depressing.  Drugs like meth do that.  They don’t just hurt the people doing the drugs, they hurt everyone in that person’s life.  I have my own issues and problems, but I was trying to help the man who I married, and even though it didn’t work out and never will, I still wanted him to be safe, healthy, and happy.  It doesn’t look like that’s ever going to happen now.

I did block him after his hateful messages this morning.  I am done with him and his fucked up lifestyle.  If his mom wants to keep trying, then good for her, but I’m done.  Meth is an awful drug that turns good people into bad ones, and the bad ones into even shittier ones.  He’s one of the shittiest.  He’s a manipulator, a whiner, a liar, a lazy bastard, and a heartless asshole.

I tried being a better, more forgiving, more helpful person and to keep hope alive, but it’s dead now.  He probably will be soon too if he doesn’t go get some real help at a rehab facility.

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in such a long time, and that my first post back has to be about my meth addicted soon-to-be ex-husband, but sometimes life is shitty and people are shittier.  Sometimes, you just have to let that shit go.  That’s finally what I’m doing because if I don’t, it’s going to kill me too.

Until next time…

Peace, love, & happiness.

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99 problems but a prick ain’t one

So, I had an interesting night.  It started out that I was just supposed to ride to a neighboring city to hear Teacher‘s band play.  I’m friends with a couple in the band and my friend Bacchus was nice enough to offer me a ride.  Everything was fine until I found out that TB was supposed to be going also.  TB, short for Talker Bitch, is batshit crazy and everything that comes out of her non-stop mouth reeks of bullshit.  I noticed all this when I first met her a week ago, but I was drunk and was trying to have an open mind and make some new friends.  Damn.  That was a terrible idea.

So she rides with us to the bar.  We get there and Teacher’s band hadn’t started playing yet, so he was outside smoking with all of us.  While we were there he made a snide remark about E.B. and asked what time he was coming.  I didn’t take to that very kindly and quipped back that I had a very heavy purse in my hand and his head makes for a very large bald target.  TB quickly got all hyped up and kept telling me that I shouldn’t let him talk to me like that.  First of all, it was a joke.  I knew that.  Given the opportunity and the right mood, I would probably have done the same thing.  No worries.  I was fine.

As the night progressed, and TB drank more beer, she became an attention whore to the tenth degree.  That was fine.  I was sitting at my little table drinking my Diet Coke and minding my phone.  Oh yeah, by the way, I was the designated driver, hence the “no alcohol for me” thing.  This was probably only the second time in my life that I have been assigned “Designated Driver” duties and I took it seriously…well, seriously enough.  I had one drink because someone brought it to me, but that was it.

We did listen to the band for a while once they started.  Teacher was awesome as always.  No surprise there.  Then during the break we went back outside to smoke.  Somehow during the conversation, TB came over to me, grabbed my hair, and pulled.  I almost lost it.  I said, “What the fuck! Not cool.”  Of course she and Bacchus tried to play it off.  She especially.  She said, “I didn’t pull it.  I just did like this.”  Then she proceeded to gently run her fingers though my hair.  That just made my temper flare even more.  Hasn’t this damn girl ever heard that you don’t fuck with a redhead?  She needs to be schooled.  I was tempted, but I didn’t school her.  Oh, my God, I wanted to choke the bitch.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.  I overcame.  I was proud of myself.

Then once back inside, there was this whole other drama with this meth head bitch who looked like Twiggy, if Twiggy was raised from the dead a hundred years from now.  But of course, a lot of the guys thought that she was easy prey and tried their best to get in her pants anyway.  Even though she was high as hell and crazy as hell.

Then there was the narcissistic chauvinistic fat-ass lawyer who thought he was hot shit.  He gave me the creeps big time.  I just backed away slowly and went back into the bar like a good little girl.

If all that wasn’t enough to kill my mood, then the next part completed it.

I walked inside to go to the bathroom.  The bar was closing up and Teacher was taking down the equipment.  He came up to me and said, “Would you mind driving me home?  I’d really appreciate it.”  Without thinking I said of course I would.  First, and I told him this, TB was about to give me an aneurism, and second I didn’t want him driving if he was drunk.  I do still care you know.

Well that didn’t go over too well with TB and Bacchus.  I honestly thought Bacchus would be ok to drive, but I guess I was wrong.  They got pissed.  I freaked out, but I didn’t let them know.  I said I’d see if Teacher would want to just ride with us.  So I went inside to tell him what was going on and he told me not to worry, just to take them home because I had already promised them.  FUCK.  Confession: I almost teared up when he told me to go ahead and take them home.  I’m not sure why.

I drove them back here.  I thought they were going to fuck in the backseat while I was driving the 45 minutes back, but that was mainly because that’s what happened the last time I was the “designated driver.”  I don’t think they did, and when we finally made it back I just wanted out.  We were waiting on her mom to meet us and pick her up, which was taking forever.  I was tempted to get out and just walk home from there, but I knew Bacchus wouldn’t let me do that.

Eventually, like this post, it all ended.  I got home, got some sweet tea, pulled out the laptop, and started writing this.  So there ya go.  Like the song says, ” I got 99 problems but a bitch prick ain’t one.”  She was definitely my top problem for the night.  No more TB for me.

Ahhhhhhhh.  Sweet silence.  It’s just you and me, girls & guys, just like it should be.

Happy (quiet) humping!

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P.S.  Yes, I’m actually writing a P.S.  My 40th birthday is next week.  Expect my 400th post on my 40th birthday to be one you’ll never forget.

Threesomes galore!

Finally!  I’ve been promising to write about the rest of my threesomes for a while now.  So it’s finally here!

This all started when I wrote My Top 5 Threesomes.  As you can tell from the comments on that post, people asked me if I had a top five then how many were there in total.  That’s a good question and partly to blame for my slowness in writing this post.  It’s not easy remembering all this stuff.  My brain is fried on a good day and mushy banana pudding on a bad day.  I did my best to remember them all though.  So here ya go!

1.  My very first threesome was only that by a technicality.  Technically there were three of us there.  Two men (Bo & Luke) and myself.  They were two young guys that I met in Tennessee.  I had met Bo online and after talking a while, decided to invite him over to my place.  He showed up late one Saturday night with his friend Luke and we made a beer run right off.  I had to sit in his friend’s lap because his car was a two-seater.

Once we got back to my apartment I showed them around, turned on my stereo, and then they sat down on my bed.  They told me to come sit in between them, and I did.  While we were sitting and talking, Bo started giving me a back rub.  I was beyond nervous, but still managed to calm down enough to enjoy it and decide to just go with it.  They were both cute country boys and I enjoyed all the attention I was getting.

While Bo was giving me the back rub, Luke stole a kiss.  It was a very nice one too.  Then Bo started kissing my neck.  So I had Luke in front of me making out with me, and Bo behind me kissing my neck.  As Bo rubbed and kissed his hands started inching their way around to fondle my breasts.  He moved beside me so that then I had one of the guys on each side of me again.  My hands moved down to rub their crotches.  Feeling both of them getting hard at the same time was a completely new and surreal experience for me.  I knew I was enjoying it though.  A determination to see how far I could take things got the better of me and before I knew it their jeans were unzipped and cocks were roaming free.

I proceeded to jerk them both off simultaneously.  It was freaking amazing.  As I gave them hand jobs, they continued caressing and kissing me.  They came within seconds of one another.

2.  The next threesome involved my bisexual friend Rosie and her friend from college BoBo.  They were both a few years young than me, but we always had fun hanging out together.  Rosie actually confessed later on that she had a crush on me ever since we first me.  She was sweet, but crazy and childish sometimes.

Rosie had a party at her house one night and after doing a lot of drinking, smoking, and a little ecstasy, we ended up in her room after the party was over.  She was not shy and immediately started telling me to get on the bed with them.  She had already started making out with BoBo, and I didn’t hesitate to join in on the fun.

We ended up blowing him and then having sex with him.  She did a lot of fondling of my breasts and kissing me, but other than that it wasn’t anything too wild.  It was fun.  That’s all that really matters I guess.

I’ve got three more threesomes, but I don’t want this post to be huge, so you’ll just have to stay tuned for my next post. 🙂

Until then…

Happy humping!

The Preacher’s Daughters on child rearing

The other day as my sister and I were driving to town we saw a very small child run out into the road.  The child was probably less than two years old.  On the side of the road was a car, two men working on the car, and a woman sitting down next to the car.  This car just so happened to be parked in the driveway of the alleged local crack house.

As we sat stopped in the middle of the road to avoid hitting the wandering toddler, the “mother” looked up and saw us and then the child in the road.  She quickly jumped up and went and grabbed the child by the arm and began to spank him.  I use the term spank rather loosely because what she did bordered on beating.

How can you justify spanking/beating a toddler for running out in the middle of a busy road?  The “mother” is the one who should have been beaten!  If she had paid attention to what her child was doing instead of sitting on the curb drinking a cold one, smoking and talking to her buddies, the poor kid wouldn’t have made it into the road to begin with.

My sister and I sat in the car and watched, horrified and angered by what we were witnessing.  We both yelled “why the hell is she beating the poor kid?”  The “mother” did look over at us again and saw the look of disgust and anger on our faces.  She pulled the child back over to the curb with her and sat back down.

My sister and I aren’t the types who easily go into any kind of rage, but we were both ready to Continue reading

the other side of sanity

I’m sitting here watching the video below of Glozell with her mother while they are watching Katy Perry’s video for E T.  I have to say it’s quite amazing and also a tad trippy if you know what I mean.  Wink, wink.  Enjoy.

Happy humping!