One Hundred Million Dollars.
Thursday, May 8th, 2008- (posted by JunkysWife)
2 responses- Categories: Show and Tell
I’m ready to bed one hundred million dollars that my husband will be using again within 48 hours. He is boiling addict behavior all over the place. In a 5-minute phone conversation, he demanded that we let go of all the boundaries I’ve set (Let me use the car. I’m going away soon, just let me use it one time. I don’t feel like working today. Why don’t you call out for me and say that I have to go home to meet the repairman or something? I feel like lying on the couch and thinking about things. I don’t want to go to the meeting.)
I don’t like it when he batters himself against my boundaries. I don’t let him use my car, and I don’t tell lies for him. And really, it’s less the boundary-breaking and more the tone…the insistence, the body language…that tells me that we’re in for another roller coaster ride.
I feel so well-supported, though. I can handle anything. I have a plan, and I have people to help me put that plan into action. It’s not perfect, but it’s so much better than the way I’ve felt every time this situation has emerged in the past. I feel stronger and stronger and stronger.
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Wow! You poor kids. I’m really glad you shared that.
hey guys. nice bed