I have been asked by some close friends why I drink as much as I do. I consider that to be a valid question, as I tend to drink about a six-pack every evening. And, since I haven't drank in about 20 years. When I was young, I used to take two fifths of whiskey(Jack Daniels), to work every day. The first fifth would get me through about four hours, and the second fifth was for the next four hours. I finally faced the facts---I was an alchoholic. Yes, that I was. I was able to break myself of the habit. No hospital, no help, just a couple of weeks of sweatin' it out. I was finished with drinking. I finally kicked drugs the same way. It's tough, but it can be done.
So, after all of that, why would I start drinking again? I gave up on living. quite simply. I had to ask myself, "how does a man that has been married, and faithful for 23 years, deal with some of the things that my "loving" wife has put me through in the past year"? Well, we go back to what we know best! And I know drinking...and druggin'. Although I have yet to get back on the drugs, it is certainly tempting. I just need to escape from this world...one way or another.
I hope my wife reads this...she has, of late, stopped coming here. I guess the truth hurts. Believe me, from my side, it certainly does. My only hope is that I finally die, or piss off the right person, and they kill me. She has told me that she hates me, and even said that she hopes that a certain guy that I accused her of being with "beats my ass". I wish he would...there wouldn't be enough left to pick up!! I would end that little punk's run right then and there!!! There would be no weapons involved, except for my hands and feet. I would show him the error of his ways...quickly, and eternally!
Holla' If You Hear Me!!!
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