Tomorrow is the last day to land a contract. The day after Halloween. This is the second time around... trying to land a contract on a fixed, maxed final pre-qual within a limited record/housing inventory. Also a limited budget, that must also include taxes and insurance. Doing it also, solo. I've come close more than a few times and either got out-bid or they decide to retract the listing. Why? Because the sellers too! Could not find a property to purchase. This keeps an addict "far-too-close" to me. This should be a chapter of liberation. Closure. Independence. This is the final string, this property, that ties me to Eric. So. Why if someone else faced addiction, they would stand back watching someone close to them... also go through it. At least, you were not alone. You also, had your health. You had parents, whom had your back. I honestly, can not deal with someone else's addictions and demons... any longer. The reason my beloved grandmother left emergency money for the kids. For reasons such as mine. HELP. To escape the hell away from stress, that no human being should had ever endured in a single lifetime. Addicts feed off the niave, sick, stuck and vulnerable. They seek those who have an empathetic heart of gold. Then they put on the narcissistic masks, being whatever they see needed for a short... moment in time. It took me 2-days to recover/sleep, after dealing with Eric's "once-again" bizarre-crazy-behavior and then I find this👇 In less than 24-hours consuming all but 3 left over electrolyte packets. Only because he was sloppy (leaving the open box/packets on the ground) while pretending to finish the garage window. This is just a touch of whatever he can get ahold of to get an upper... quick fix. Temporary high. It took me years to try figuring out WHY for the drastic, bizarre, insane behavior. Like a constant yo-yo. Not knowing what you will get/kind of person... on the daily. Last month, it was an entire container of my organic honey in a mere 3 days. The same honey that magically disappeared from my cabinet. The sugar is what I was told, is what addicts seek in honey. High consumption of sugar to get a high. I called him out today. I believe, everyone hits their limits. And... I hit mine. Plan C in action. Not exactly what I wanted to do, but when you lack the help, that those, know you need. You are left with no other choice. All in order to set oneself, free. Long overdue peace, because if you think cancer is tough. Imagine dealing on top of it, someone else's demons!. Happy Halloween?. I have yet, to remember a normal holiday of not dealing with sheer craziness or being invited to family gatherings. Well... safely assume, my parents will enjoy another holiday (17-in-a-row) among normalcy, with their daughter and grandchildren/great grandchildren. Another holiday that lacks one person... me. It's taken over a decade to finally be honest with others. Having so many years of lost memories, photos of holidays and lifetime moments, blank. That is a far-cry and an even farther-stretch from being treated or celebrations as any type of family normalcy. Because of this, making peace. Having closure with therapy was most important. Learning to be honest with myself on not being treated as equal. Being honest with myself. Me. *Song wrote, by FYMJ 🎃👹🚫 Free Yourself...My Journey freeyourselfmyjourney@yahoo.com
