I made the decision to forgive him for whatever he did or didn't do, and decided I wanted to just love him.
Meanwhile, I had relapsed with Bernard on weed in October.
There're a lot of meanwhiles....
1. My sponsor dropped me because she said I was fucking my life up, and my best friend decided to stop talking to me for the same reason.
2. Bernard quit at the restaurant because the restauranteur wasn't respecting him.
3. Bernard, my son, and I went to Northern California to my sister's for a vacation.
4. We decided to stay.
5. I quit the restaurant via text.
6. We realized we should at least go back to clear out the apartment.
7. I came back up to my sister's (what fake name did I give her? Until I go back and figure it out, we'll call her Angela) with my son Lucas (is that the fake name I gave him?) so he could start school when vacation was over.
8. Bernard stayed behind to finish packing up and selling the entire contents of my apartment for a total of $300.
9. Bernard went to court twice to try and transfer his DUI case to Nor-Cal but was unsuccessful.
10. I haven't seen Bernard in about a month; he's serving this weekend and next weekend in jail, and then he can come up, maybe.
11. Lucas' died dad a week ago today.
12. I don't have a job or a place of my own to live; I had gotten two jobs that turned out to be Craigslist scams, since apparently I didn't learn my lesson the first time I got screwed on Craigslist.
13. My sister and fiancé are annoyed with me because they think I'm fucking my life up.
14. I'm fucking my life up.
15. I'm now 13 days clean and sober again and have a new sponsor up here and have started over on the steps.
16. I'm applying to be a cook/dishwasher at an assisted living facility if I can get my depressed ass out of this trailer bed.
Yeah. Here I go.
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