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Demons

I have a somewhat comprehensive evaluation that I’m completing today. I’m going to take all the kits and materials up to the practice office and get set up there. I am getting the dreadful COVID vaccination late afternoon, so I’ll probably be running fevers and generally feeling awful all night.

Yesterday, we took my girlfriend’s daughter to a Valentine Fundraising Event late afternoon, and then I stopped by WF and picked up food for my girlfriend to eat after we hung out and had adult time together.

Last Saturday she and I did a fancy dinner and saw a sexy ballet.

My girlfriend is another shrink. She has done the gamut: behavior tech, lead therapist in a Residential Treatment program, prison work, private practice, working for a large company with clients who are dually diagnosed and in recovery etc. Suffice to say, you can’t hide much from this woman.

I wouldn’t want to anyway.

She’s really easy to trust.

I’ve never been treated this well in a romantic relationship.

Our kids have spent some holiday time together and such. She knows that two weeks ago my son mixed LSD and lots of marijuana. He’s lucky he’s ok. I guess his Dad is too.

My girlfriend wanted to understand what my thought process was when I let my ex-husband 7 drinks loaded get into his girlfriend’s car and drive home when he was “babysitting” our son who was still very much in the throes of paranoia and other problems coming down from substances and his having not eaten much all day.

I told her last night that I didn’t care what happened to him. I don’t know why that is either. Last night I told her that he has rarely showed up for our son in 19-years.

I didn’t tell her this stuff, but I’ll write it:

  1. He paid child support most all of the 18-years
  2. Except when he had a breakdown and moved states, he saw our son every other weekend for about 36-48-hours each weekend
  3. He made sure that our son had Halloween costumes and usually dressed up with him
  4. He taught him more board games and also historical niche games that no one knows
  5. When my second marriage was crumbling, he housed our son off and on for close to 2-years

He’s an alcoholic.

One time when we’d been married a year or under, he threw up in the sink. I was so angry. He called me a bitch.

When I finished my first round of grad school and we had a party at my parent’s house, he drank 8 beers and was talking to my second girlfriend’s fiancé in hiking boots and tighty whities.

He got a DUI and lost his license for just over a year in 2008.

My son explains that he was either laughing loudly at things that aren’t funny or falling asleep with a can of beer in his hand for an evening activity when he lived with him.

It didn’t even register to me that he shouldn’t drive home that Sunday. I just wanted him out of my house. I was also fuming that he can’t be sober or drink lightly when he’s taking care of our son who did something stupid and juvenile that could’ve had catastrophic consequences.

I’m going to talk about the situation in therapy. I’m glad that she brought it up to me.

Please comment. No shame or blame for confrontation.

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Hodgepodge

My son experimented mixing two drugs with his friends at his friend’s parents’ house last Saturday night.

He lost his expensive headphones that I got him for Christmas, his keys on my old teenage keychain, and a climbing sling that was bought when we were visiting my former sister-in-law and her family, so it can’t be replaced.

My ex-husband got drunk watching our son for 4-hours.

The Ballet Dancer and I had a dinner–well, I ate–and a romantic concert in an 140-year-old school house in the hills and walked out under the stars Sunday night.

Too bad that the previous sentence was what was going on at home during our date.

Barring any emergency, I’m done speaking to my ex-husband.

It’s really awkward to leave a site after working there for 7-years.

ICE raids made Wednesday very difficult at work.

When you’re dating someone and typically only text between mostly weekly dates, things can get misconstrued.

I would’ve talked about my 5-month-old relationship in therapy, but had to process the first two sentences of this entry with my therapist.

I like micro dosing. I am going to have a full dose with supervision from a practitioner in July.

I made an appointment with our old family therapist who we had even seen during the pandemic.

I paid $21 for 2 dozen eggs on January 26th. I have to buy them again this weekend, and am worried that they’ll be $30.

I had a clean–from my perspective–appetizer and connection with the Realtor last night.

I don’t drink. Sometimes when I’m really thirsty or hungry and have been under stress, I want a beer. I drink Coconut La Croix.

If I’m out, I pound Club Sodas with lime while other people have a glass of alcohol or a couple of glasses of wine. I smuggled in two cans of La Croix to bowling on Monday. I only averaged 122, but did bowl a 181 in my final game.

My paycheck from my main job hasn’t cleared my account. I have to pay my mortgage.

My pay from the monthly teaching job has been reduced by over $400, so I emailed the Dean.

I need to go to the Book Designer on the 17th or 18th.

I can’t believe how much pet hair is all over my living room and furniture.

I have a dinner and hot ballet date with my girlfriend tomorrow.

Woof.

Have you ever had a week wherein you have to keep your head down and soldier on? How are you feeling now that we know that climate change impacts the way in which we eat and how much water we have for everyone? What do you think about the oligarchy? Fascism? How are your finances? Can you distract yourself with romance and entertainment when the whole world is seemingly going mad?

Enjoy this patterned bear nestled in the Smokies. Answer any questions that you see fit.