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This will sound wierd to some people....
but long story short...last year on fathers day my ex husband and I got into a fight...wont go into details but for the first time in 15 years he ended up getting phycisal with me and breaking my arm...why? because he was high on crack...he'd been using for almost a year and making mine and Dave's life a living hell with cops here for one reason or another almost every week (yes we all lived in the same house). I thought Dave and I had it really bad with everything we had to put up with, him pimping his girlfriend (now wife) out, coming out of the bedroom in the morning to either strange people in my living room or the cops outside, dealing with anything in the house that we had bought together being pawned (including our 1974 Les Paul) for pennies on the dollar....watching his health go downhill...all sorts of stuff like that..I really felt that I was the one suffering the most.
That was the last day he ever used drugs...all of the nightmare of the last year was suddenly gone (for me anyway, he's still recovering). It took him actually going to far as to break my arm to realize he had to do something about his problem and he did...and for what its worth....and to see him have a relationship with his child again and to be a productive member of society and to see him try to dig himself out of a really bad mess....that broken arm was worth every day of pain I had to endure because of it, because watching his recovery has shown me, while I had some things bad, I still have the love and the support of a man who stood by my side, he was so far in hell it didnt compare and he didnt really know it until that day.
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I want the diabetic plan that comes with rollover carbs. I dont like the unused one expiring at midnite!!
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