This life I lived with my husband was a lie. Most of it spun and told by him. The only truth I found is that he was a liar. How romantic. He portrayed himself so well in the beginning. He was good to me. Very caring. Loving. Even now, he's that way but in his active state of alcoholism... his life is nothing but a farce! He lives to lie because his alcoholism revolves around denial. Alcohol not only seeps from his pores but so do the lies. All I know is when he gets that way, I detach an solely focus on me and my fur babies, the Girls.
That nasty gash... I know it so well. It was one of many injuries from the motorcycle accident. I think that thumb was broken. It's huge at the joint with arthritis setting in now. He won't have it looked at n the nurse called about the order to ask if he was getting it done? I told her he said no but he says it hurts like the dickens! I said as long as it isn't his head, I don't care if it hurts! Lol