Well, it's getting worse. Ron's drinking. Still waking me up, every couple of hours, every night. I was thinking last night, that would be fine if he were a newborn infant, but he's not.
Still very defensive and angry about the drinking. As he sat in the midst of yet another "haz-mat" style mess, he belligerently informed me "The vodka is the only thing that helps with the emotional pain". I will give him credit for "trying" to clean it up.
To him, harming me is irrelevant. I just have to endure this so he can feel "better".
You can imagine my thoughts, lying in bed. Dark, bitter, angry thoughts. Resentment. I am not looking forward to giving up a pretty good life (once you subtract the drinking and verbal abuse), and leaping off into the great unknown. Job hunting in a DREADFUL economy, trying to find some kind of stable work and a decent, all-bills paid, apartment.
So, I sent my family a letter, and my aunt a text message asking for a pickup. She is delighted to have me stay for a few days. Good.
I need to get out of here. I have a LOT of anger at Ron right now. Add that to sleep deprivation and it's not a happy place.
I will go to work tomorrow, do my duties, and then my aunt will pick me up. Work will be fine for days after that.
2 comments:
I'm so glad you're going to your aunt's. A few good nights' sleep and some pampering will do you wonders. And if you'd like a character reference, I'd be dee-lighted to write you one.
Be strong Heather and know you are in our thoughts.
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