Thanks for all the feedback and empathy, folks. Ya'll know where I'm at,
cause some of you are right there too...
with a scooper. lol That cat litter story cracks me up.
I just wanna thank you all for being here with me.
Update...
This was the text that I received today
Him: what time u work 2day
Me:I don't work 2day. I told u last nite 2 leave me alone.
Him: f u i took my medication prescibed 2 me.
Me: Ur also smoking pot and taking valium.
Him: go to hell mind ur business and do call me with no f*ckin attitude.
Me: no reply
Him: u and your f*ckn mood swings.
Me: no reply
He's never spoken to me like this before. Ever.
Him: lisa wouldnt give me her pills i got my own meds.
Later...
Him: Im go n 2 the hospital if u care
Me: Do what you have 2 do. Ur going 2 anyway.
I don't get u Jay.
Him: no reply
Now what? I guess if he goes and is admitted to the psyche ward, elderly gf will contact me. Maybe she won't. I called there last night and asked her if he was taking her valium, (for her nerves) heck I need her valium. lol
She goes, "I don't know."
I say, "you do know that he's an addict, right?"
She says, "yeah".
Well, do you keep the pills on you?
Yes.
Do you count them?
No.
Well, maybe you should. Cause the last 3 nights that I have talked with him, he sounds wasted.
Well, he's tired.
Put him back on the phone.
Your gf is an idiot.
I'm getting off the phone now, Jay. I can't continue my recovery when I'm so wrapped up in yours.
Whatever mom.
Bye.
Click.
I give up. Yet, everytime I think of him hungry, I can't eat.
This sucks!
:puppet
Thanks for reading and feeling my pain.
Love,
Linda