tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17594756208081405802024-03-18T22:49:11.001-07:00Scribbling the Monkey {His, Mine, & Ours}Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-52895439542325476612010-08-24T21:42:00.000-07:002010-08-24T21:46:42.973-07:00I'm back...i think...Wow. Been a long time...<br />BUT, I really need to blog about all of this stuff. I find very few honest blogs about living with sex addiction. Would LOVE to find one where the SA is telling it how it really is for them. Seems most are so afraid of their anonymity being broken...<br /><br />It took me a while to even remember/ascertain my password ...sigh.<br /><br />~SMScribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-15896426521219313532009-07-13T20:02:00.001-07:002009-07-13T20:37:02.977-07:00The Hospital...I mostly update on JWC (Junky's Wives Club/wives of sex addicts forum)...but I'd like to start posting HERE more...we'll see...<br /><br />My gut feelings proved true...and all blew up AGAIN on June 30th, wherein, I kicked him out of the house like a bad re-run. Turns out my Husband had still been acting out on & off w/ a massage girl from a year ago (developed a "relationship" w/ this 40-year-old "girl"aka, it's-free-that-way & he admitted he just used her)...plus he'd also been acting out in other random new massage places when he had a bit of money.<br /><br />More later...am still in shock to some degree...but Relief to finally get the truth out...I have this strange measure of PEACE now...can't explain it. My ANGER is simply usurped by my pain for my girls.<br /><br />Something CHANGED in me 2 days after I found out.<br /><br />Instead of my H., my older daughter had to be the ONE there w/ me @ the hospital while I was put under in order to have that medical test done.The gravity of it ALL just HIT ME. Here I am, and my Husband isn't here because he's been fecking his prostitute girlfriend...he hasn't been present for a long time...the Truth IS what it IS...no more denying it. I felt for my 22 dd who was still in her own shock & pain about her dad...having to try & be strong for me...so fucked up.<br /><br />They gave me the I.V...& I started to cry as my daughter held my hand...not because I was scared about the TEST...but because I realized FULLY that my Husband had ABANDONED ME & was caught, yet again...& we were OVER. No matter almost 23 years of marriage, no matter he'd been a great father & husband for most of those years...no matter he'd been in Recovery...1 foot in/penis out...<br /><br />My heart cannot take the LYING/Deception any more...and my H. & I both have <em>realized how sick he truly is</em>...and that *I* can't save him.<br /><br /><em>I've been doing this for 2 1/2 years...4 D-days...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">I have such a long, long Road ahead of me...littered with Great Financial Disaster & MORE Heartache...but Kitty says I'll be okay...somehow, I'll make it...love my kitty.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">p.s. - Am thinking of getting highlights in my hair for summer...must get Kitty's approval first...heh.</span></em>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-60694304927995819682009-03-30T17:52:00.000-07:002009-03-30T17:57:23.204-07:00STEP 9! What NOT to DO...<strong>Step 9: Get Out!</strong><br /><br />I should've been listening to myself when I wrote this as a Saved Draft:<br /><br />So, I'm mostly finished with my Step 9 (Making Amends step). I saved the Biggest for last: My husband.<br />Sorta weird for ME to be formally making amends to HIM before he has done it with ME (he's turtling toward Step 3...maybe 4... IF he ever actually meets with his sponsor again..sigh. He sees him in meetings, but is slothful about setting up meetings w/ him 1-on-1 to GET ON with the rest of the damn Steps--OY!)<br />HE, afterall, is the character-flaw-riddled sex addict...yet, I am to make the Amends first. Can you hear my Self-Pity oozing about? Shut up. I'm actually soooo over-Myself and am looking FORWARD to making amends to Mr. Wisdom. Really.<br /><strong>My Amends mostly revolve around my Drinking issues</strong>.I drank a lot of wine at night for lots of years. In the bath tub. With the door locked. Before bed--always to chill out.No DUI's, no drinking in the day, no falling down the stairs or Mommy Dearest stuff...lots of NOT YETS...<br /><br />YET.Many amends to make. Like this Lovely: falling asleep during sex. A LOT. Not good for any male's ego; hiding bottles, on-and-on...<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />NOW the post can read:<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">HOW NOT TO FECK-UP YOUR AMENDS with YOUR POOR BASTARD of a HUSBAND...</span>who truly only wanted you to simply acknowledge that:</strong><br /><strong>Hey! Maybe, just MAYBE your drinking career in the 20+-year-marriage might've been a bit of a Whopper of an ISSUE...and NOT the minuscule-tinsy-knotty annoyance you craft it out to have been...</strong>But, noooooooooooooooo!<br />Even though I planned to shut-the-feck up and I KNEW to keep HIS SA Issues out of MY AMENDS...blah-blah...that it was NOT...NOT! about MY HURT--<strong>but his</strong>...<em>I STILL fecked it up straight away.</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>Made a manky, shetty attempt at my 9th step with him last night.</strong><br /><em>"If my drinking MIGHT have harmed you...well, of course, I'm sure it did, right?"...</em> LAME-ASS minimizing and not-wanting-to-DEAL /acknowledge the TRUTH.<br />OR:<br /><strong>Minimization-Rationalization 101</strong><br />Shet. Some example I am!WHY is it so hard for me to ADMIT my faults? WHY?I must make-it-right TONIGHT.<br /><br /><strong>Called my A.A. girlfriend to confess about 1 hour ago...</strong><br /><br />Head is now fully pulled-out-of-me-arse.<br />Amen. Sigh...Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-72732137478161558202009-03-24T20:05:00.000-07:002009-03-24T21:06:43.859-07:00Where is the Truth?I just discoved yesterday that Mr. Wisdom has deceived me about Something Else. Yet Again. A Big something, but unrelated to SA stuff. I thought how similar it is to<strong><em> Willow's situation</em></strong> with her SA spouse. That non-truth telling thing that is just soul-destroying for a marriage.<br /><br />Our tax lady is utterly fed-up & furious with my husband. He never seems to be able to pay her OR to follow-through on doing whatever it is that he says he'll do. She's given him many, many chances. We need her. She specializes in doing taxes for contractors--it's all pretty complicated. When my husband first went to her (a recommendation from another renegade contractor) he had to admit that he'd always been under-the-table as a freelance cement finisher and therefore, hadn't ever been above-board <em>& actually paid his taxes.</em> We fought about this for years! WHEN was he going to deal with it? We coulkd get into HUGE trouble--it wasn't right. Soon, he started hearing of other contractor & finisher friends who were getting popped & owed the government a lot of money. He got scared.<br />Yet, semi-annually or so he'd explain to me that it wasn't REAALY that big of a deal since he DID work for Budweiser before he met me and had paid his taxes then (for a few years), and the government probably owed him money anyway (he's a Master at Magical thinking). Smug arrogance abounded. Was maddening for me.<br />This under-ground status would explain why my husband had no credit at all for years...he paid cash for things & mostly got paid in cash (unless you were w/ the union (which didn't pay enough), you were under-the-table...all of the finisers we knew were. H<strong>e had nothing on paper.</strong> We bought a house only because his mom was on the deed. We finally got a few credit cards due to my credit (even though I had no income).<br /><br />When he finally got his contractor's license he sought out the tax lady, Annie. She's a sweet grandmotherly type & adored my charming & handsome husband at first. Then she felt sorry for him, then she was onto him, now she's just fed up with him. I was supposed to be taking over all of the tax stuff because it became explosively apparent that HE sure as feck couldn't get it together enough to do it. I was dealing w/ Annie. I clued her in about my husband's shortcomings, and said I'd straighten things out.<br /> But. Then things blew up with the husband & I and I kicked him out of the house. I hadn't the emotional luxury to think about taxes or Annie or much else...I couldn't stop thinking about the horror of the man my husband had apparently become in the massage parlor ditch.<br />It was last fall when my husband had contact with Annie. I didn't know <em>how much</em> money we still owed her for 2007's taxes...I didn't know Other things...<br /><br />I finally realized of course, my irresponsible husband had just let-it-go as he does so many, many things. I knew I had to call Annie & catch the fall-out & try to slavage her services, pay her something, & well, beg if necessary. I knew she sure as hell didn't want to talk to my husband.<br /><br />I called. She vented. I agreed. She decided she'd give us 1 last chance but she was only doing it for ME...not my husband. "X just always runs from everyting in his life..." she said this about 5 times in the same phone conversation. she couldn't be more dead-on right.<br />I drove to her office & gave her $500.00 cash (wouldn't even run the risk of a check bouncing). She let me know how much MORE was still owed for 2007. She feels sorry for me...to have a husband so irresponsible. He needs to grow up she says. Once 2007 is paid, she'll deal w/ 2008...I brought her a file full of neatly organized papers/statements. My husband would just throw shet in a file and say it was HER job to sort it out (nevermind he barely ever even paid her!) He promised several times to send her stuff monthly so it doesn't get out-of-control...& to at least keep contact & make some sort of regular payments...never happened.<br /><br />I profusely apologized (& worshipped her saintliness) and told her I'd be completely taking over the tax stuff & her payments; she wouldn't have to deal w/ my husband again. She's giving us 1 more chance.<br /><br /><strong>Then, as I was leaving, she said she didn't want to stress me out any more...so we'd deal with it after the 2007 & 2008 stuff <em>was paid/</em>finished...</strong><br /><strong>BUT. Did I realize that my husband didn't send in/PAY some of the back taxes she'd done from years before? The ones where we actually owed money?</strong> In some of the files he dumped off at her office one day last fall <em>he inadvertently included the envelopes she had addressed to the state for him to send in...those taxes we were SUPPPOSED to fecking pay!</em><br /><strong>No, of course, I didn't know.</strong> I knew that he was stressed about owing them years before...but wasn't aware that he hadn't finally paid them nor sent them in at all. I DO remember us getting a letter from the IRS last fall stating that those years were missing...but my husband had said to send the letter to ANNIE cuz we had already done them--<em>it must be a mistake.</em><br /><em>My husband knew full-well what had happened or NOT happened. </em><br />Now we are over 1 year later...and I find this out.<br />I come home. I tell him. I thought it odd he was acting a bit weird/anxious about me going to see Annie. He said it was because he was afraid she'd say something to me...<br />I'm beyond angry. He lied again...deceived me again. He could have confessed even right before I went to her office. But no, he wanted to chance that maybe I wouldn't find out yet & so he kept the deception going nevermind the penalties or jail possibilities, etc.). I only find out the Truth when I catch him I told him. Sickening. He can't DEAL w/ how I might react to his ill deeds, so he excuses himself.<br />What's more is that in Disclosures he was asked several times IF there were any other people he owed money to...since I kept finding out more & more...he said no.<br />Now he claims THIS is the last of the money he owes (& it's a lot) that I don't know about. Recently, I found out he owed some more $$$ to a few laborers...um, they kept showing up at our house!<br /><br />I just don't know. He's trying to rebuild the marriage is so many other areas...he's going to meetings, we're communicating better, he loves counseling, he signed-up for the Men's SA retreat, things were looking so hopeful...his general Self-Awareness is so much more evident...<br />Then This.<br />But there's always a REASON...and he's "trying" and he just needs my help...and of course, he's sorry...and he IS changing, but he's not perfect...blah-blah.<br />He spun into immediate extra Recovery Action & met his sponsor to begin his 4th step...like a little kid who gets caught & then goes & furiously, manically begins painting the side of the house that his Dad has repeatedly asked him to paint for weeks...<br /><br />He feels he's always in trouble..has always been in trouble...and he has. But not sure IF he can ever get truly honest enough to grow up...and stop blaming others & connect that HE is the source of all of his problems.<br />He just sits there in the pain that he once again, has hurt me...and Others.Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-1797963814630839962009-03-07T12:38:00.001-08:002009-03-07T12:47:15.346-08:00Some of My Favorite Sites...<strong>Literary Mama...</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.literarymama.com/creativenonfiction/">http://www.literarymama.com/creativenonfiction/</a><br /><br /><strong>The Sun</strong> magazine (I love the print subscription)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thesunmagazine.org/">http://www.thesunmagazine.org/</a><br /><br /><strong>Brain, Child</strong> magazine<br /><br /><a href="http://www.brainchildmag.com/">http://www.brainchildmag.com/</a> (love print subscription)Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-65952326768279597032009-03-01T09:57:00.000-08:002009-03-01T10:07:09.375-08:00THE GRIP...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdwAol6ZnRQ3U7sjLwhG60Z9Gm0ENUShYMroQIyPItFHVWAtJ13jeafstI2FLwmETR_mMi54IGqBuuQGMvPezdiaPo7it1iqMtbUFQ9zKrg444HJUNoVKC9hoTbEspTagHnj8VdaYaEZv/s1600-h/rich+%26+I+holding+hands+skating.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308280188001147954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdwAol6ZnRQ3U7sjLwhG60Z9Gm0ENUShYMroQIyPItFHVWAtJ13jeafstI2FLwmETR_mMi54IGqBuuQGMvPezdiaPo7it1iqMtbUFQ9zKrg444HJUNoVKC9hoTbEspTagHnj8VdaYaEZv/s320/rich+%26+I+holding+hands+skating.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I just had to post this picture. </p><p>This is the Husband & Moi rollerskating at our younger daughter's 15th B-day Party recently. Mr. Wisdom was shakey & afraid he was going to FALL DOWN. He wanted to grab my hand tightly. I explained to him that he can only have my pinky...ever-so-loosely; that if he falls, I don't want him taking me down hard with him. Skating is like that. The unbalance...the always-trying-to-right-oneself...Sex Addiction is like that.</p><p>I was so aware of the Metaphor when I unclenched his hand from mine & redirected him. We actually had a Ball skating that day. Most of us hadn't rollerskated in YEARS. We played Red-Light-Green-Light & did the Hokey-Pokey...all of the fun games we skated to as kids. </p><p>It was an amazing day indeed.</p>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-30119602529903379672009-01-29T13:24:00.000-08:002009-01-29T13:54:07.851-08:00PROMISES...& Blathering On...Quick Post!<br />I know I promised to put up those Literary Links, etc. Sorry...Will do eventually...<br /><br />I DID mange to start up the Recovery Nation Group at Junky's Wive's Club! As per usual, I'm probably trying to DO way too much.<br />I also sort of agreed to begin teaching 2 - 3 new classes at our home school group's <strong>Thurs. School</strong> for next year (Shakespeare--<em>YAY!,</em> World History, & a Creative Writing class...). Teaching will help off-set the costs of my daughter taking classes there, as it's pretty expensive (but wonderful).<br /><br />I am still in the process of trying to find time to create a Writing Schedule for myself again...Sigh. Remember, I home school my special needs kiddo, which takes an INSANE amount of time & BLOOD.<br /><br /><em>I'm also trying to find another suitable writing group in my area.</em> <strong>But, the teaching gig for the Thurs. School simply HAS to come first..</strong>.as I desperately need the money/compensation in order for my child to be able to take fabulous classes from other teachers that one day a week. <strong>Currently, Thursday is my DAY OFF from home schooling</strong> whilest Child attends classes all day there. THAT will change once I'm teaching.<br />I guess I can't have everything. But boy will I MISS my Day Off!<br /><br />And, I can't HELP but to think of the Mental Energy & Time I'd have IF I wasn't dealing with this damn SEX ADDICTION crap for the past 2 + years...<br /><br />I've NEVER been so exhausted, tired, and lacking of energy in my life! The iron pills aren't really making a difference either...I think my system is wiped out from CRYING every day... Yet, I've been a poor eater (not enough) and an even poorer exerciser! OY!<br /><br />Must go pick up my SquirrelNutkin child...nevermind my HOUSE is an absolute WRECK! <strong>I got rather used to having a family friend clean my house every other week for the past several years...THAT had to go considering our financial situation...:( </strong><br /><em><strong>I reeeeeaaaallllly miss it.</strong><br /><strong></strong></em><br /><strong>Hope to hear from some of ya soon in our RN Group!</strong><br /><strong></strong>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-21344748196409644442009-01-06T19:24:00.000-08:002009-01-06T19:58:55.473-08:00Germination & Cultivation, Oh My!<strong>Truth Sprouts</strong><br /><br />My husband is really listening. I can almost hear the growing.<br /><br />When I asked him if he finished painting the back bedroom in the cabin the other day on the phone, he said, <strong>"No, I didn't end up having enough paint, so I guess I'll do it next time I go up."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Later, he reminded me of this conversation & told me that his normal instinct would've been to just SAY YES, <em>that he finished it</em> (thinking/justifying he'd almost finished & would finish it soon, certainly by the next time I & the girls would be up to visit the cabin w/ him...so<em>...(insert Falshood). </em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>He had The Awareness.</strong> He actually thought A LOT about what I'd told him--the part about <strong>catching himself</strong> about to tell a non-truth OR even correcting one he just made 5 minutes ago, or yesterday, or even last week. That I would appreciate it & not judge him for correcting his lying ways. Really. Truth in the litttle things Awareness. <strong><em>Cultivate it, Mr. Wisdom!</em> said I.</strong><br />He's cultivating! He made himself tell the truth when it would've been so natural, normal, for him to lie. He saw it! He spotted it! <strong>He sprouted a bit, stepped out & up. I'm so proud of him! </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><em>While I was in the Evil Grocery today squish-fondling the red net-y bag of bitsy citrusy Clementines (love them!) Husband rang me on his cell. He said he shared TWICE at his SA meeting last night and that he MADE himself share about the wee anti-lying thingee progress he'd managed. <strong>He even offered the group that lying was really his core issue</strong> (think the man was pretty-much quoting Moi--Heh!). </em><br /><em>Amazing stuff here, Kidz! After the meeting some of the guys came up to him and acknowledged that lying was a whopper issue for them as well & they appreciated his candor. Ya don't say? And, Who knew!</em><br /><em></em><br />He said that he just needs to stop & slow down to get more honest. I did tell him again the next day that I was proud of him for the forward steps. Truly. And amen.<br /><em></em><br /><em>Progress...It's going to be slow, painful growth...but I'll take the growth. And I feel it's Huge that he stepped further by telling his group.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-35721817732052947952009-01-05T11:05:00.000-08:002009-01-05T11:45:24.683-08:00Coming Soon...I shall share with you all, cuz I am so sweet...:) Heh.<br />Coming VERY soon!<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">My favorite Literary Mama Site links, Other Fav. Literary Magazines, Writing Sites, <strong><em>my latest favorite CLEAN! comedian</em></strong>...(God knows We need to fecking LAUGH, no?</span><br /><br />If you're really good, I'll even share MORE (fav. books/music...). Maybe someone can send me that 10 things about you thingee...???<br /><br /><strong>Also, much to share about my REALLY TOUGH younger daughter (adopted/AD/HD) who also has ALWAYS had LYING issues...YES, kidz, 2 LIARS in the house is just waaay too fecking MUCH!</strong><br /><br />Life is about so much more than sex addiction...Rinse. Repeat.<br /><br />So, stay tuned! I have a Bloody Busy WEEK...am off to type up my Meeting Minutes for my <strong>C.H.A.D.D. </strong>board meeting<br /><a href="http://chadd.org/">http://chadd.org/</a><br />OY! And then gotta get going on homeschooling SQUIRREL NUTKIN child.Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-3967340161021045362008-12-27T10:22:00.000-08:002009-01-04T19:40:44.583-08:00TWISTER, Anyone?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4wJNg-LWj-uES4NlnwlgidSWFBF8p3j2jvcIoKrZHKWixOTE6wcVNCYX6j_c-gRmh17NrJMrrrT_cheU9CTyBNMpA9qh5nmZwNCI__4bU1R9GPjbsGD8STTQhW8jLNNY2xzkah5Auzyk/s1600-h/th_twister.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284538450432742674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4wJNg-LWj-uES4NlnwlgidSWFBF8p3j2jvcIoKrZHKWixOTE6wcVNCYX6j_c-gRmh17NrJMrrrT_cheU9CTyBNMpA9qh5nmZwNCI__4bU1R9GPjbsGD8STTQhW8jLNNY2xzkah5Auzyk/s320/th_twister.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>Everything has its wonders, <strong>even darkness and silence</strong>, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.</em></div><br /><div>~ Helen Keller</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Christmas was difficult for me like it was for most of you. Those of us struggling to live with or to have some semblance of relationship with an addict is often harrowing, at best. It's tricky and wrought with acute pain and uncertainty. Perhaps the raw uncertainty is the most soul-wrenching part; the most fecked-up part. The what-ifs, the should-haves, the how-could-HE, <em>Hell, the how-could-*I*?...the mind-spinning identity crisis that ensues and swirls on some Godfersaken-Endless-Loop: His and Ours and Mine, but especially ours.</em></div><br /><div>How the feck did we even get here and WHY? Always: Why? </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>Spinner:</strong> <span style="color:#33ff33;"><em>If I have my left foot on the RED circle and my right hand on a YELLOW, can I possibly reach for the far-away GREEN circle with my left hand, scissor-kick over diagonally with my right foot onto that BLUE circle behind it, without falling</em> </span><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">& collapsing onto YOU? Onto Us? Onto Myself?</span> </em></div><div><em>Do I lose no-matter-what?<br /></div></em><div></div><br /><div>Mr. Wisdom felt that maybe we shouldn't put our wedding rings back on until we talk to our marriage counselor about it. He wants to do things right this time. He liked that she is part of our church and the whole spiritual accountability thing. We'll be meeting with her and her husband again in 3 weeks (they are both therapists and work as a team). </div><br /><div>I think this is a good idea, but at the same time, I don't want to wait to put our rings back on, and of course, I question his motives somehow.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He stayed over Christmas Eve. He stayed over on Christmas Day. In our bed. Weird. My cat even thought it suspicious. We still aren't physical at all--just a peck on the cheek or a spoon-back-hug. Huge, for us right now.</div><div></div><div>The day after Christmas we drove 6 1/2 hours to my mom's house. We decided to put our rings on, afterall; retrieved them from the trusty God Box before we left. No Drama. Just a quick agreement and kiss before we ran out the door. <em>It's unspoken, but we both sort of feel like if we make ANY Big Deal out of anything anymore with some inane monster ritual, it'll just feck things up worse--jinx 'em or something or ENSURE failure by some voo-doo mojo or some such shet.</em></div><div><em>Mostly, I just didn't want to think about it long enough to cry; that is why I made it a quick oh-by-the-way-non-drama item. I'm so weary of crying all the time.</em></div><div>I'll leave out most holiday details, as I already wrote about some of it over on JWC. I'm finding it sort of tough to write there and then feel motivated to blog here, also. <strong>Hopefully, I just start blogging here more.</strong></div><div></div><div>After Mr. Wisdom's little financial/banking omission the day before yesterday, I am just STUCK...again. Reminded <em>yet again</em> that his Core Issue is not sex addiction, but LYING and oft in some smallish way; usually, rife with the leaving out of bits-of-info. in simple mundane things. He, able to justify non-truths or half-truths, hoping that things work--will probably work out, the way he said they did/said they were/would. Um, even if they haven't actually HAPPENED/worked-out in Real Time YET (and maybe never will or could, save the fantasy). He meant for them to, so had me believe them to be already accomplished even though of course, they hadn't been yet.</div><div></div><div><strong>This was the only thing we ever really argued about over our 20 years of marrriage before the SA was disclosed: </strong>Complete truth-telling. Dependable honesty. Oh, and finishing things. </div><div></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>Mr. Wisdom:</strong></div><div><em>Here's novelty:</em> <strong>Doing EXACTLY what you say you are going to do when you say you are going to do it. Saying what really happened consistently. Truth-telling. No passive-aggressive bullshet. </strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>AND, that no amount of Other Good Deeds</strong> (yes, you've been a fabulous father & husband for the most part; yes, you've sacrificed & worked your arse off for us; yes, you have treated me like a Queen & I DO appreciate that you've always told me how much you love me & adore me; yes, you've always stood by me through all of our life tragedies...) <strong>can erase the heinous damage</strong> <strong>that LYING or Deceiving me does. No Amount.</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div>Not sure WHY you always default back to: <strong>"But look at all of the good I have done!" </strong>in moments of immature panic. <em>It's great that you are Beginning to SEE that you do this now.</em> I KNOW you are overwhelmed looking finally at your lack of character, deep down. <em>I think even you are appalled. Mostly, terrified of what to DO about it. How to start? How to change most Everything about your inside Self. That lifetime of poor coping & the Hiding. I don't know how painful that must be.</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>But. I just can't imagine how long & hard it'll be to ever rebuild TRUST with you again...those patterns of omission keep popping-up like timed toasters. <strong>The little deceptions Just. HAVE. to. Stop. </strong>I told you this again last night.<strong> It's NOT really about the Sex Addiction, it's about so much more.</strong></em></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-19272070064569234112008-10-28T15:08:00.000-07:002008-10-28T21:12:46.083-07:00Shame CardSo.<br /><br />I met w/ Mr. Wisdom yesterday at an outdoor coffee patio. It didn't go so well. He was very defensive.<br /><br />But, he says he has 2 weeks sobriety again (from M.) & that he has NOT been acting out. True? Who knows! He told our counselor the same. He's calling 4 guys a day, etc. He thinks I always see all he isn't doing --the meetings/ step work he has missed...& not all the things he IS doing in recovery or in Life. Same old mantra...Sigh.<br /><br />Just because it isn't on my timetable...<em>blah-blah.</em><br /><br />He's pissed that I said our whole marriage/life has been a lie...that that's not true...I told him I don't know if he's even capable of being genuine...how would I know at this point?<br /><br />Rationalizations + Minimizations + Blame always = CHAOS.<br />I made it clear I don't want to live in chaos anymore. Ever. Again.<br /><br />HE is in so much pain from the Fall Out w/ everyone knowing, etc...he cannot touch my pain...He sees the hurt on my face & can't deal w/ it...He cannot handle that his 21dd whom he has Always been really close to, won't talk to him...that my family is really angry w/ him...<br /><br />He's angry that I told the younger dd that, "Dad isn't thinking clearly right now..." (explaining why he can't live w/ us again!).<br /><em>Was that necessary?</em> he whined.<br />What the feck did you WANT me to tell her? I said.<br /><strong>I don't think he can even ABSORB what he has done to me...to this family</strong>.<br />So, he projects anger & blame onto ME...the Enemy, who busted him & exposed his addiction. Intellectually, he can see this isn't right, but it's his automatic Default setting.<br /><br />I'm really starting to get that he just cannot compute things. HE is embarrassed to go get re-STD tested...so HE feels he almost doesn't care...He-He-He...HIM.<br />When I said, "Well, how do you think I felt going to get tested again?" he said he was talking about how HE felt.<br /><br />I was able to tell him he desperately needs to go on meds & that I'd go with him the first time to the psychiatrist...he agreed it's probably a good idea..<br /><br />I told him he is erratic & all-over-the-map & the meds won't FIX anything, but they can help him gain some stability. Help w/ the anxiety. And, that until he gets truly sober & is working the Program/Steps (to right his thinking), he will continue to be Insane in his thinking & actions...as any active addict would.<br /><br />I re-explained why I can only have a business relationship w/ him...(he is absolutely furious about this!) that it's pointless for him to expect anyone to have anything w/ him until he gets sober & honest. It's not healthy for me...<br /><br />In the middle of the conversation, it got a bit better, but then went downhill again quite fast. He got more steely/defensive whenever my tears came. I quietly said I had to go & he watched me walk away to my car.<br /><br />Some of my last words were: <em>I cannot get why you aren't doing anything/everything to make things right (attitude-wise espec.)...you'd THINK I was the one that did this all to YOU!</em> It's just crazy & only makes sense if it's just because you want to do whatever you want to do & aren't serious about recovery.<br /><em></em><br /><strong>He texted me right after that he just feels so much SHAME.<br />Frankly, I'm damn weary-sick of hearing the Shame card being played</strong>.<br /><br />Texted me later...something inane.<br /><br />Texted me this a.m.:<strong> I love You.</strong><br /><br />I didn't respond. Still.<br /><br />Only texted him back this afternoon about paying a bill.<br /><br />I haven't told him this, but I cannot imagine staying married to him even though I can't fathom actually getting divorced.<br /><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><br /><em></em>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-13812397420730503192008-10-26T18:51:00.000-07:002008-10-26T20:49:06.504-07:00Reality Bites...<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Mental health is an ongoing process of dedication to reality at all costs."</span></strong><br /><br />~The Road Less Traveled - <em>M. Scott Peck</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>LOVE THAT QUOTE.</em><br /><br />I'm currently reading: <strong>People of the Lie</strong> {The Hope for Healing Human Evil} by Peck. It's an older book...interesting, scary, & food-for-thought.<br /><br />I'm eventually planning to write those Letters to the Husband...but not Today.<br /><br /><strong>Things seem to be getting worse.</strong> I've been through this Sex Addiction Discovery Hell long enough to know that things certainly CAN always get worse. And they often DO.<br /><br />I think he's acting out again.<br />He's changing plans at the last minute regarding watching our younger duaghter, missing meetings w/ lame-grandiose excuses;I-just-fecking-know. He's still living at his mom's house & I'm fully aware that he really has zero accountability...but I cannot help that. He made this lame-arse commitment to go w/ a few other contractors from church to Mexico to help a house-building project. He forgot (as per usual) & told me last minute that he had to leave for the weekend...he's just ALL over the fecking map. No priorities..<br />I cannot BELIEVE he STILL hasn't gotten STD tested again. He doesn't care. Maybe because he knows he's going to act out again...I don't know. I think he has a death wish at this point.<br /><br />THIS is normal for him--scatter-brained, undisciplined, A.D.D., non-planner, etc. BUT, since he got kicked out of the house & busted again (Sept. 9th), he's<em> reeeeeaaaally</em> out there. Can't think straight at all...doesn't feel like he has his own place, his stuff/tools are Everywhere<strong>...getting parking tickets left & right (a $45 meter ticket & the next day! a $380 red-light-automatic-snap-your-pic)</strong><br />We have no $$$$ to be sparing At All.<br />His answer? He's "not perfect."<br />Nothing is his fault.<br />I'm pretty certain he has full-blown NPD (narcissist personality disorder). The best book I've read on it so far is: <strong><u>the Wizard of Oz & Other Narcissists</u></strong>. I can see his whole family in it; it just manifests itself differently in each one.<br />He has said he feels manic & so lost. So sad...so excruciating for Me.<br />He yells at me on the phone, is furious that I only want a business relationship w/ him right now, & <u><strong>is irrational & whines that I don't even ask how HE is doing!???</strong></u> <em>Can you imagine? Ask how HE is doing?</em><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>He cannot SEE what he has done to Me...to the girls...to this entire family, really...what he IS STILL DOING. I'm so terrified right now...he is not thinking right...has mentioned several times whenever I call him on his stuff <em>that he wants to put a gun to his head</em> (& he has one, btw). He is struggling to get up in the morning & go to work, knowing he owes so many people money...we are broke, but he's grateful to FIND some work. </strong><br />At least he's willing to work (even if he's blowing it on tickets & bank fees & hookers). Writing that makes me truly SEE the sick reality of my situation.<br /><br />I just pay what bills I can & pray he doesn't incur more bank fees the next day (last week $35 x 6 in ONE day). He uses his ATM even when he isn't sure if he has the $ to cover it...if the Evil-Bank will let him, he'll do it, regardless of the consequences. I'm trying to just ensure he doesn't go completely over-the-edge...that he works to pay the bills for his family.<br /><em>I will need to get a job/ & or go back to school Somehow.</em> and yet, still home school the special needs kiddo. Somehow.<br /><br /><strong>I'm hoping to get him to FINALLY go get an evaluation to get on anti-depressants & ADHD meds...he needs to get stable.</strong> It's not that he refuses, he just never gets around to things...& is used to ME doing it for him. Used to me calling, orchestrating Everything.<br /><br />The other day, I saw him for about 3 minutes when he picked up our daughter. He had this horrible LOOK to him. Pain. Wounded animal. Someone on the Run. Some kind of Evil?...I think so. <strong>I told him when I caught him on the phone w/ the massage girl recently that he "feels lost" <em>BECAUSE he is lying with SATAN.</em> </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>He said, "I know."</strong><br /><br />He can't really look me in the eyes...even when I bring this to his attention. He says it's shame...I KNOW it's because he is STILL acting out.<br />I know he feels totally exposed & naked...& that he has lost everything & his 21dd still won't speak to him. I know he feels he has lost it all anyway, so what does it matter? I was his only real friend. He has no one else but his Recovery guys & therapist...but he drifts from THAT--his Lifeboat, when he's choosing to Act Out.<br /><br />He isn't choosing the Recovery Path...he's pretending...fighting it...and there isn't a Goddamn thing I can do about it except pray.<br /><br /><em>Every Day I lose a little more Hope.</em> BUT. I AM seeing Reality more, which is a good thing. He has no character & he has the emotional maturity of an 8-year-old. He might've been fighting it but he's been a pretender of Truths. A Hypocrite all these years & a conman, in essence. Yes, he's been a good husband & father in many ways...but that cannot make up for the Hidden Life...the Life of Lies & Deception...the Utter Damage that has been done. The from-the-beginning-deception...<br /><br />I don't think he can BE truly genuine...<br /><br />YET.<br /><br /><strong>I have seen so MUCH lately--new Truths every day. MY part.</strong> What I've been denying...that I was Drinking to Quell it All for so many years...All of the Stuff that I couldn't make sense of. <strong>Our</strong> addictions actually fed each other. He must've loved that I drank wine at night...loved that I just wanted to check-out before bed. I see my issues now.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong>My sponsor in A.A. says that THIS (husband's SA) is what God got me sober for. On November 1st, I'll have 1 YEAR Sobriety! Interesting that I came to the 12 steps/A.A. through the back door...first through S-Anon...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I suppose I could only see so much until I quit drinking at night. Duh. I have no idea how God took the obsession away except that I prayed for it. And except for the 1st few nights, I haven't strugggled with an urge to drink. Thank God...</strong><br /><strong>it's the Emotional sobriety that's tough for me...espec. since I got sober smack in the middle of my husband's sex addiction shet...</strong><br /><strong>but I knew I wouldn't drink over it. 'Tis a miracle, I'm sure.</strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">Amen</span>.</span></strong><br /><br />I now see the thread of my sexual abuse & how my parents operated in huge denial & did not deal w/ it properly when I finally told them (they didn't contact the authorities, so the predator went on to abuse tons of other girls, includin his own girls). I see how my mother's own drinking fed her denial & how my psychologist dad was clueless & impotent about anything Real or Intimate. He just couldn't Deal.<br /><br /><em>I see that although I was raised in a Loving & Stable home, it wasn't necessarily totally HEALTHY.</em> I see how I chose my husband...how I allowed myself to get pregnant at 20. How I sexually acted out since I was 12 or 13. How my parents <strong>allowed me to date way older boys</strong> (insane especially since I had been molested & raped by a teacher friend & then a male babysitter at about age 8.<br /><em>WHAT were they thinking!</em> My sister & I have asked my mom this recently. My father is gone.<br />Who lets their 13-year-olds date 18-year-old boys?<br />Who lets their 15-year-old date 21-year-olds way-outta-high school?<br />Older boys introduced me to alcohol & drugs & sex.<br /><br />Enough. There's just so much I'm seeing now. Every Day. Every hour, a new revelation. More is revealed to me.<br /><br /><em><strong>I am forever indebted to the Wisdom of the S-Anon program & 12 Step Programs, in general. A Design for Living (& thinking), they truly are...</strong></em><br /><br />Night. All. Thanks for listening.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onclick="if (typeof(SitbReader) != 'undefined') { SitbReader.LightboxActions.openReader('sib_dp_pt'); return false; }" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0684848597/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"></a>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-21090505308687400672008-10-08T20:07:00.000-07:002008-10-08T21:03:07.695-07:00MR. WISDOMMr. Wisdom in now getting a bit more into Recovery... um, supposedly. He's been calling 3 guys a day at least & finally taking SOME direction from his sponsor. He is meeting w/ more SA guys for coffee...& at meetings. His sponsor has him going to a Friday night A.A. meeting also...they meet @ the sponsor's home & walk to the meeting (so funny! <strong>H. was shocked! that they walk about 20 min. to the meeting...</strong> as H. is lazier-than-shet when it comes to walking & won't even walk around the block!)<br /><br />I've kept our communication mostly business or kid related. He has shared this stuff w/ me occasionally when he calls to tell our younger daughter good-night, but mostly, I just don't ask & I try not to comment much when he shares.<strong> I haven't asked him at all about his sobriety or lack thereof.</strong> I doubt if he has much from acting-out-w/-self...& I don't even want to think about the acting-out in person stuff.<br />Doesn't really matter. He not only needs to stop, but to <strong>Stay Stopped. And I know it's extra hard to get Sober when he is:</strong><br /><strong>a. separated from us (& has thrown all away)</strong><br /><strong>b. has no work & we are now desperate $$$-wise</strong><br /><strong>c. is having to live w/ his crazy mom</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I believe that when/IF he finally DOES get Real Recovery/Sobriety, he'll WANT to tell me...as opposed to pretending like it just makes him nervous to count sobriety days like in the past. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br />But. It is what it is. His choices got him where he is. Unfortunately, they fecked the whole family with him.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Recovery Schedule:</strong><br />He goes to a <strong>Mon. night</strong> Healing/Inner-child ministry-teaching group, <strong>Tues. night</strong> he goes to Pure Desire (sex. addict. recovery class) @ church (when it ends in Feb. hopefully, he'll go to the other local SA meeting on this night), <strong>Wed. night</strong> he has been taking my 14dd to her youth group & then either goes to Starbucks to wait for her or goes to the Bible study there (was going to check it out) or maybe God-knows-what-else/where-he-goes for 1 1/2 hrs???, every other <strong>Thurs. evening</strong> he has our counselor's private sex addict men's group, <strong>Fri. night</strong> the A.A. meeting, <em><strong>Sat. night</strong>--nada...&</em><strong> Sunday</strong> he has church & usually takes the 14dd to swim @ his mom's house or for the day...<strong>Sun. night</strong> he has his SA 12 Step meeting/home group.<br />He still occasionally sees his counselor 1-on-1, but we are broke so that can't happen too often. And he started seeing the counselor's partner--this amazing 75-year-old lady once a week who does inner-child healing ministry...but some how THAT didn't work out last week or this week (although he sees her Mon. evenings, as she co-teaches that class w/ his other counselor).<br />Yet. Who Knows if any of this is For Real...ya know, way deep down...or if it's at least STARTING to become real for him. He was doing much of this recovery stuff BEFORE & still acting out on & off. Even reading lots of SA books.<br /><br />I do know he feels more comfortable w/ the SA guys now and that he has started to do the reading/assign. his sponsor has given him. I know he "got" some stuff at that 12 Step Unity Conference...<br />But, I also know he is an addict & loves his addiction...or at least part of him does. And he has trampled on the extra chances/grace I've given him in the past 2 years...& couldn't own his addiction.<br /><br />I know he's a pathological liar, a narcissist, & whatever ELSE. Don't think any of this can change any time soon. He says he's trying...& knows HE has to want to get well/work for it...that even the kids (as much as he loves them) can't be the reason. He's an addict.<br />Wish we had the money for in-patient treatment. Don't think Kaiser has a SA program. Haven't looked into that yet...if they even treat/know SA...I doubt it.<br />I did STD testing again last Friday. HE has yet to get around to going in. Maybe it doesn't matter...if he's still acting out??? I don't know...<br /><br />I just can't believe THIS is my life...it's so hard on my sweet mom, also...on my girls...on everyone.<br /><br />HOW could he hide this secret Life for so many years & me not know? He played the excellent husband/father roles well. He was the best-Dad-in-the-Universe! Best husband who adored his wife!<br />Was a grand hypocrite. Conman...<br /><br />This all would be horrendous enough, but on top of it, we have no money & work just isn't coming...<br />I don't know what I'm going to do.<br /><br />Off for a bath now...<br /><br /><strong>Think I'll begin writing a series of letter to HIM on this blog soon. Letters I probably won't ever send.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Night.</strong>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-46765901217197203142008-10-02T10:30:00.001-07:002008-10-02T11:03:11.745-07:00Legal Separation in CA...So, this isn't exactly an Answer...Possibility for me Afterall...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hg.org/article.asp?id=5032" target="_blank">http://www.hg.org/article.asp?id=5032</a><br /><br />Someone thought it might help protect me IF H. was to incur/hide more debt...$$$$$<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">DIVORCE360 has tons of helpful info...even on separation & considering your options...cheaters, etc</span><br /><br /><a href="http://divorce360.com/">http://divorce360.com/</a>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-58296746728453613592008-09-30T21:31:00.000-07:002008-09-30T21:35:23.152-07:00BOOK RECOMMENDATION:<br /><br />1. <strong>Love, Infidelity & Sexual Addiction -</strong> A Codependent's Perspective by Christine A. Adams (EXCELLENT!)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0595159001/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Infidelity-Sexual-Addiction-Codependents/dp/0595159001/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1222794192&sr=1-2">http://www.amazon.com/Love-Infidelity-Sexual-Addiction-Codependents/dp/0595159001/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1222794192&sr=1-2</a><br /><br />RUN & get this on Amazon...have read it about 5 times now...She had to divorce her SA husband...but the book is soooooo honest about how WE get sucked into the BS/DENIAL, etc...Better than most SA books I've read (author is a therapist).Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-10219777669645793932008-09-29T08:01:00.000-07:002008-09-30T21:33:51.692-07:00I MISS YOU...TEXT. HELLI told him yesterday that I can only have a Business Relationship w/ him...he is still unable to stop lying. I'd told him he can only see younger daughter IF he isn't in active-addiction...espec. acting-out in person/phone in any way...he is unhealthy for her & unworthy of the privilege of parenting if that is what he CHOOSES...that Iwill set a schedule/boundary plan w/ the counselor on Wed. I told daughter Dad's thinking isn't right ...very tough indeed. Older daughter (21)told him he isn't welcome in her life until he stops lying & gets healthy/in true recovery.<br /><br />Meantime, he has seen younger daughter a bit...short periods. I saw my woman counselor last week & will see our mutual counselor, Sam, this Wed. I will also plan the polygraph for prob. January. I need a "baseline of truth" @ this point...I think he's probably NPD & has some sociopath traits...pathological lying has always been there...<br />I also told him he prob. needs meds...antidepressants to quell things for now...AND he needs to go for STD testing...<br /><br /><strong>He keeps texting me: "I MISS YOU" like before...I heard him tell the new massage girl on the phone he missed her, too ...</strong><br /><strong>INSANE.</strong><br /><br />I'm not responding to his text unless it's business-or-kid related...<br /><br />I know I need to update & finish my story...but sorta tough when your life is a Nightmare...<em>I'm back down to 98 lbs...</em>NOT GOOD...& if I endure 1 more fecking ENSURE PLUS chocolate shake, I'll...just hurt the mailman or Something.<br /><br />I've told our counselor & my Husband many times that my Husband is a<em> bloody</em> <strong><em>Trainwreck in an Electrical Storm</em></strong>...THAT is his essence...I said this BEFORE I found out about the massage parlors...the prostitutes...Before.<br /><br />The 12 Step SA/S-Anon Unity conference was really good...but heavy...There was so much tension between <em>Mr.Wisdom</em> & Moi...I wouldn't let him stay in our hotel room & he couldn't find a roommate, so he had to drive back "home" (staying w/ another SA) & drive all the way back to the conference in the morning on Sat. We heard SA speakers tell-it-like-it-really-IS...this sex addiction thing. <strong>That YOU are going to DIE unless you STOP. DIE. </strong>And kill those that love you in many, many ways.<br /><br />My Husband has a sponsor in SA, (Gary) but has only met to do work w/ him once. Never got around to taking the next directions from Gary...Was lying about going to SA meeting SOMETIMES. Often, like before. Sometines, not. Sometimes, would go to meetings & then go to massage parlors straight away after. Recently, he'd say he was going to dinner w/ the guys after the Sunday SA meeting. This (no name) Mexican restaurant in Eagle Rock. Last time (before I busted him again a few weeks ago) he said he only "ate chips" w/ the guys there. I thought that was a bit odd. The week before that, he said he had to drive another guy to the restaurant AND back to the church where the meeting was. Oh. <em>And his cell phone was dead, so he was calling to tell me/inform me that he was leaving it in his truck to charge...</em>in case I was trying to call him. So many times it's: <em>my cell phone doesn't get reception on X job nor Y, Z, job, nor in the Canyon, nor on the WAY to the cabin in that long stretch...nor on the jobs on hills...<strong>or I forgot to charge it...</strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em>And, he said they weren't giving out chips @ the meeting that night (said he had 90 days)...& the next week, he "forgot" to get his 90 Day chip...FORGOT!...& it just really wasn't making any sense for past the 6-7 weeks...</em><br /><br />Then, about 6 weeks or so ago, he bought a track phone--cheap extra cell phone <em>because he didn't get good reception at the cabin up north where he was working (he ended up starting BACK @ massage parlors on the way out of town on the WAY to/back From that damn cabin)...which is actually true (poor cell reception)...so THERE was a Fantabulous Excuse of the Century to buy another phone to call & act out with...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Of course, it never set right w/ me...and then I busted him on 9-9-08 setting up a session w/ a newish massage girl on his normal cell phone (Idiot, Yeah.)...she barely spoke English...at 1st I thought the conversation was w/ a laborer from work...NOT. So. I kicked him out of the house AGAIN. Separated again.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>But this time was different. He LET the kids think he was home finally...that he was doing well...He snowed Everyone. Used me. Used the kids. Allowed me to have sex w/ him 2 times, knowing he'd been back w/ hookers. Risked my life AGAIN. He was supposed to be in that 90 Day Abstinence...AGAIN. He had 60 Days in reality & then broke loose...or that is what he says. Twice, couldn't go longer than 60 Days...</em> no M...<br /><br />He has had 1 foot in pretend-recovery (for almost 2 years) & the REST of himself in Candy-Up-Addiction-Land. He now admits he wasn't ever really in True Recovery...but "trying"...and was "stuck" again. And that he knows he's really fucked-up in the head. Just like before when he said he was <em>"fighting for my family"</em> in supposed recovery...but then moved on to /jumped to in-person acting out...massage parlors about 9 months in from the 1st D-Day...<br /><br />I'm at 2 years since 1st D-Day in Dec. 23, 06...<br /><br />I know I cannot keep doing this...Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-8293958504644860072008-09-18T17:58:00.000-07:002008-09-19T12:16:12.618-07:00OY! & VEY! & SHET!Soooo much has happened...I promise to update when back from SA/S-Anon UNITY conference!<br /><br />Love to You All!<br />xoxoxoxoxoxoScribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-25089623105082186052008-09-11T21:10:00.001-07:002008-09-11T21:22:41.423-07:00EXHAUSTED...I'm so touched to have so much support here...thank you all...And I feel badly that *I* haven't even read much at all on-line for a while...will catch up w/ YOU ALL soon. I'm home schooling my newly 9th grader <em>SquirrelNutkin </em>AD/HD kiddo and we just started up again in the Midst of Hell...on-top-of-all-Else...<br /><br /><br /><br />My eyes are nearly swollen shut--have had horrendous 2 days...and Husband came over this evening to talk to me. *I'm actually REALLY glad/and interested that those of you who have DRUG addict husband's are around...more on that later...<br /><br /><br /><br />My Husband is kicked OUT...staying w/ another guy in his men's group...the 1 guy he feels he can talk to...is trying to reach our counselor for an appoint. Supposedly started the acting out in person again for the past month...4 times...He knows he's sick...He DID have 60 Days Abstinence (were supposed to do the 90)...but then f-d up...and of course, LIED about it...<br /><br />Good News: Our SA/S-Anon annual Unity Conference is coming up NEXT weekend...he so needs to go to that...we're already paid...<br /><a href="http://sanonunity.com/press.html">http://sanonunity.com/press.html</a><br /><br /><br />I hope to post more in the next few days...<br /><br />Bless you all for Caring...Truly.Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-47001638046176940332008-09-09T18:08:00.000-07:002008-09-09T18:13:52.533-07:00DEAR GOD...Husband BACK in his addiction...<strong>I just wrote this to an on-line supprt group of mine...</strong><br /><br /><br /><a name="1"></a><a name="post28538485"></a>Today at 06:03 PM<br /><a href="http://www.websitetoolbox.com/tool/post/ehr/printadd?id=2961218&pid=28538485"></a><a href="http://www.websitetoolbox.com/tool/post/ehr/show_single_post?pid=28538485&postcount=1" target="_blank">#1</a><br />Hi All...I just found out TODAY...but I knew things weren't right, been praying for God to SHOW me for sure...and He did. I called my H. on his cell & something screwed-up & I got through to HIS conversation w/ some *new-ish massage parlor girl (without him being AWARE)...I couldn't hear HER part, but I heard HIS...she barely spoke English...I am Beside Myself...{he stopped it all but went back about 1 month ago, supposedly}...<br /><br />Just when I thought he was going to be able to move back in after being separated for 4 months...Was going to his recovery stuff ...BUT I just knew things weren't right...money was missing/not seeming honest about time, even though hard to pinpoint since he has his own business & we're constantly taking out cash to pay laborers, or switch $$$ around in our accounts...He told the girl he "missed her" & was hoping he wasn't trying to see her too much!<br /><br />INSANE.I don't know HOW he could go sit in church w/ me & my kids, etc...I don't know WHAT to tell my younger daughter ...or to break it to my older daughter...My mom is devestated...& my H. can't face anyone...My H. says he knows he is sick...but can't afford to do in-patient treatment...<br /><br />Meantime, my younger daughter whom I homeschool is all settled into her Thursday school co-op classes...I have a call out to our counselor but haven't heard back...I'm also worried that my H. might try to kill himself as he knows this is it...<br /><br />*So strange, I just knew that all of the crazy financial stuff, ETC., were consequences for my H...that God was allowing this all--LIFE falling APART...My H. wasn't willing to do his 12 Step homework...only met w/ his sponsor once...made excuses...wouldn't pray/read spiritual things...<br /><br />He's been LYING again to EVERYONE...and taken money for bills that my MOM has sent to help us!<br />Am Devestated...Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-74849216888740806502008-08-12T11:24:00.000-07:002008-08-12T16:45:39.281-07:00Edwards' Affair? My fault...<strong>From the L.A. Times</strong><em> {I just had to share this!}</em><br /><br /><strong>NOTE:</strong> <u><span style="color:#ff6600;">Scribbling-Mum is NOT Sarah Miller (I'm just passing on a great essay)!</span></u><br /><br /><strong>How my energy fueled Rielle Hunter into a scandal.<br />By Sarah Miller</strong><br />August 10, 2008<br /><br /><br />I blame myself. It is totally my fault. Well, maybe it's just my energy's fault. But wait -- do we control our energy? Don't we just, like, attract what we put out? Anyway, I have really powerful energy, and I refused to respect it, and now it's too late.<br />What I'm trying to say is that it's my fault that Rielle Hunter had an affair with John Edwards. It's my fault his display of moral laxness let down his supporters, let down the country. It's my fault he cheated on his cancer-stricken wife and betrayed his three children.<br /><br />Let me explain. I, like every other New Yorker who valued their life, moved to Los Angeles in October 2001. Almost immediately, I rented a room in a house in Benedict Canyon, owned by a friend of a friend, and lived there for almost a year. When I moved out of that room -- and I don't mind telling you at this point that Harrison Ford did the built-ins in the den and possibly some of the kitchen cabinetry -- Rielle Hunter moved in.<br /><br />The homeowner who had been a friend of a friend had, by virtue of my stay, become a close friend, so I was still over at the house a lot. Rielle padded in and out in Ugg boots and flared yoga pants, and in a voice that contained strange elements of surfer-ese and lockjaw, gave unasked-for information about her life's journey and personal health. She would tell us how she'd had an amazing yoga practice that day, or give an elaborate description of some braised root she'd eaten for lunch. I think I said to my friend once, "What a wack job," but that was the extent of my relationship with Rielle.<br /><br /><br />Then, one afternoon about five years ago, I arrived for a party at the house. For better or worse, I have a near-perfect recollection of what followed.<br /><br />I had barely poured myself a drink when Rielle came bounding up to me. Her eyes weren't just glowing. They were kind of spinning in her face. I am almost sure that she was not drunk: This was how she always looked, only at this moment, she looked more that way than usual. "Hi, sweetie" she said, laying two fingers on my wrist. "It is sooo amazing to me that I am living in your room."<br /><br />"Is it?"<br /><br />I tried not to make it obvious that I was backing away from her. I am a Yankee, and the unsolicited use of the word "sweetie," particularly combined with physical contact, makes me extremely tense. "I can't imagine why."<br /><br />She gave me a sort of coy look, like she knew I knew what she was talking about. "Aren't you rich and famous?"<br /><br />I seriously thought she had me confused with someone else. "I'm Sarah Miller," I said, thinking this would clear everything up. "I live in Echo Park now. I'm a magazine writer. I have a cat with one eye." Truly, I had nothing else to say about myself.<br /><br />She continued to give me that coy look. "Didn't you write an essay for the book 'The Bitch in the House'?"<br /><br />I had, like most people who write for a living, completely forgotten about an essay I had written some months earlier that had wound up in Cathi Hanauer's anthology. "Yes," I said, and added, because I thought it might bring to the conversation a sense of measure it was sorely lacking, "That article paid for maybe two months of my car insurance. It would have paid for three, but I got a point."<br /><br />She looked up, her face lit with happy incredulity. "You wrote that article that was published in an actual book that is in stores, in the room I sleep in. In the bed I sleep in." The homeowner had told her I wrote in bed. "It's amazing," Rielle said. "I can feel your energy in there."<br /><br />"But ... I have been gone for so long," I protested. "Surely my energy has decamped as well."<br /><br />This had no effect on her. She kept staring at me, that weird glaze still over her face. "Oh, no," she said. "You have really strong energy, and I can feel it in there, and it's telling me what I want to be."<br /><br />"And what is that?" I asked, knowing that it was probably too much to hope that what she wanted to be was the person who would get me another drink and then go away.<br /><br />"I am going to be famous," Rielle said. "Rich and famous. I am going to meet a rich, powerful man."<br /><br />I was by now leaning against the kitchen cabinetry, and the fact that it was holding me up made me almost certain that Harrison Ford's virility had gone into its construction. "Wow," I said. "How are you going to do that?"<br /><br />Rielle slid a toe out from under the tip of her flared yoga pants and poked me with it, playfully. "I'm going to manifest it," she said.<br /><br />I couldn't play along anymore. "Good luck," I said. "I just ... I don't really believe in stuff like that."<br /><br />She backed away from me now, a conspiratorial smile on her face. "You don't have to," she said. "I'm just going to keep using your amazing energy, and you'll see."<br /><br />For the remainder of the year or so she lived there, Rielle continued to prattle on about how amazing it was to live in a room that had been inhabited by a famous published writer. My friend tried to explain how I had been a writer before moving in there. She even found herself shouting at her one day, "Sarah is not famous," and afterward feeling guilty, as if she had put me down. Rielle was not to be dissuaded. She was convinced that this room had been magical for me and would be magical for her.<br /><br />I'm glad it was magical for one of us.<br /><br /><strong>Sarah Miller is the author of "Inside the Mind of Gideon Rayburn."</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><em>{Am off on a plane to my Mummy's house tomorrow for a few days of R & R... ALL-BY-MYSELF!}</em>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-24715556131978556582008-08-09T20:44:00.000-07:002008-08-09T22:11:18.945-07:00S-Anon, Stripping, & Such...A few of you have talked about not really being able to find a good, like-minded connection to members in your S-Anon or COSA group. Some of you can't find a support group for wives of sex addicts in your area at all; this is such an unfortuante bummer.<br /><br />I just wanted to share that the 2 S-Anon groups I attend have been invaluable for me. Blessed, I am. I helped start up my second group and have those support meetings on Thursdays & Saturdays (just about every day if I was willing to travel further in lurching death-traffic-gridlock here in S. Calif.-- NOT!).<br /><br />Both of my groups have some grateful old-timers w/ long term experience, strength, & hope; this is key, I think. I remember when I first started going to S-Anon I was curious as to WHY some members <em>were still attending</em> when they had been long since divorced OR they'd been in Recovery with their qualifier -spouse & in S-Anon & SA for YEARS & shared they were doing well as a couple<em>...so WHY were these people still coming to meetings?</em> I hadn't a clue.<br />But I soon got it. I soon learned what S-Anon was all about & got to see how these old timers came to learn early on that they had to work on themselves...their own recovery. Really? That they had their own issues<em> apart from</em> their sex addict spouses or ex-spouses (usually,<strong> ex-</strong>spouses if the sex addict qualifier refused to get his addict-y arse into recovery: "I'm not like them! They are perverts & wanna slake small animals & children!").<br /><br />Sure, they initially came to S-Anon because their husbands got busted doing really horrendous sexually acting-out-things like fecking vacuum cleaner hoses & platinum pretty strippers and worse--much worse. They simply couldn't cope anymore & someone told them they needed a support group so they could <em>Stop Crying!,</em> so they came (our counselor always said, <em>"We just have to stop the bleeding first...").</em> But. One of the first things you learn in S-Anon is to talk about yourself, YOUR feelings, your pain and that trashing your qualifier & littering him up w/ the F-word every few breaths ain't gonna make you whole or help things much (that wasting of mental energy jazz is goodly stuff!). Plus, it's stated as against the rules & they'll steer your Newbie butt back to YOU if ya get going on the "AWFULIZING" & how HE, the SONOFABITCH!, did all of the preschool teachers in your 3-year-old's Montessori & still considers himself a Good Catholic!<br /><br />Week after week, these women would share how much they had learned & had grown over the weeks, months, and years of just showing up. And how even though they were now divorced, they still had to DEAL w/ the ex-husband who was still a Screaming Sex Adddict without a lick of Recovery. They had children with the man & had to learn to detach from the insanity & find serenity & peace in the midst.<em> Really</em> find it.<br /><br />Plus, if they didn't work the steps, get support, & work on their own character defects & ill-gotten jacked-up life patterns (so yeah, maybe I didn't grow up as little-house-on-the-prairie-esque as I swore!), they'd simply pick ANOTHER sex addict from the pervert pool. Bingo!<br /><br />So, these old timers came to grow themselves up & look at their co-dependency square on. Even when it stung. And then through their honest sharing and show-and-tell, helped be of service each week to others by showing them the path...that they are not alone...and that we can all kiss each others' pain while holding hands in a Serenity Prayer Circle.<br /><br />I found lots of strong women I could connect with. Some are divorced & kicked the unrepentant bastards to the curb, some are hanging in with their husbands in mutual recovery like me. Some are just not sure what-the-hell-to-do. But I get them...they are an honest bunch and all of very different stripes, but I couldn't ask for a better connection in both of my groups.<br />I'm grateful and just wanted to share that.<br /><br />I'm glad some of you have found those connections here in the Blogging World...I'm glad to have found that, too...<br /><br /><em>Perhaps, I'll get to the Stripping part next...outta time!</em><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1592401821/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"></a><br /><em></em>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-90096744240593145072008-08-02T12:10:00.000-07:002008-08-02T21:01:43.449-07:00MY STORY - Part I {in parts...}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHSsUpb_WRxmSL3XUY1paxAEcIPkbpi6_VBYQ5FlDiY8ISTLb0ymhDfr3MAf_YPgSmJvlwPhiypIIC0pklGnIli6wFzoRLwxUP4cl4_29DLS8ln3_-K_IkDpQEe_J1IUNScaDoSAxJ_QL/s1600-h/doorknob.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230136565562847202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHSsUpb_WRxmSL3XUY1paxAEcIPkbpi6_VBYQ5FlDiY8ISTLb0ymhDfr3MAf_YPgSmJvlwPhiypIIC0pklGnIli6wFzoRLwxUP4cl4_29DLS8ln3_-K_IkDpQEe_J1IUNScaDoSAxJ_QL/s320/doorknob.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.</span></strong></em><br /><br />~Virginia Woolf </div><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><u><strong>Background before First D-Day:</strong></u></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'd been married 20 years to a man who generously told me he loved me, how pretty I was, & how much he adored me nearly every day--in fact, lots. A man who always wanted me sexually & otherwise. A man who, despite having a bruised & vicious childhood, managed to become a spectacular husband & father who helped raise his 2 girls with smashing moral rectitude. <em>This does NOT mean he wasn't/isn't entirely fecked-up on many, many levels; At All...more on that spot later.</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A man who, nevertheless, brought me countless floral arrangements, trinkets, & cards over the years (never neglected a holiday or anniversary in our married life). He left me sweet Post-It notes & Sharpie-penned napkins & had my French Press cup of coffee at-the-ready when I awoke each morn.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And he loved to dance. That is one of the chief reasons I married him (aside from the fact that we got pregnant when I was 20... just about to graduate from college). That and our intense sexual draw, plus the unsmall point that although he played lots of sports, he wasn't much of a <em>TV Spectator of them</em>. Perhaps that's what sealed it for me. He was no Monday-Night-Football-Ass-Hat-y-kind-of-guy. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong>P.S. - Tomorrow is our 22nd Wedding Anniversary...and, well, I'm out of strings of words for how I feel about that...but <em>Crushing</em> comes to mind...<br /></strong></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-55937554361975486762008-07-31T15:05:00.000-07:002008-07-31T15:08:38.862-07:00I will post...<em>soooooonnnnnnn</em>... I Promise! {Currently, I spend oodles of time procrastinating/ reading YOUR blogs, Kidz!}<br /><br />Shall make Blueberry Crumble w/ my daughter tonight, take fistfuls of Advil for my cramps, & BEGIN my story (assuming I end up skipping my S-Anon meeting tonight since I'll probably be tethered to my damn heating-pad!!!) Thanks for checking in...:) xoxoxoxoxo<br /><br />Cheers!Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-30576119338998965642008-07-20T18:52:00.000-07:002008-07-20T19:03:50.821-07:00I SWEAR I'm gonna put my story here...Coming Soon!!!!!<br /><br />More on the Husband later...<br /><br />*I* have almost 9 months sobriety in A.A.!!!! Woot.Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1759475620808140580.post-40322079779552010242008-04-26T17:40:00.000-07:002008-04-26T17:56:27.782-07:00I sent this to my S-Anon Group today:<br /><br /><br />Hi All...:(<br />--I just found out yesterday that my husband has been going to a massage parlor for the past 6 months--IN RECOVERY...and lying. This is NEW behavior...it was pornography before (14 months ago). The stress of everyone knowing his addiction for the past year, & hearing about how other men have gone to these places, ended up enticing him to go...<br /><br />I could have HIV or who knows... Please pray for me...I have no idea what I'm going to do now... Thank you...<br /><br />~D-Day: Internet Porn 12-23-06<br />**D-Day: Massage Parlors, etc. for 6 months: 10-07 (found out 3-25-08)Scribbling-Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08346833919303512262noreply@blogger.com4