currently juggling reading 4 different books at the same time; i would recommend you get a note-taking app if you are in a similar situation
currently juggling reading 4 different books at the same time; i would recommend you get a note-taking app if you are in a similar situation
Today would have been my 18th anniversary had my first wife not demanded a divorce in the middle of the rehab – on my 30th birthday – she’d already demanded as a condition for not getting a divorce. But at least the geopolitical situation is rosy.
I’m sorry! How did rehab go?
It was less than successful. My birthday fell halfway through the six-week program, and I went and got a beer after that call, then steaks with another client, followed by us being a bit closer than the program would have liked, as we were both graphic designers. I visited her for a week in Wisconsin the following month, with both of us telling our parents the other one bought the plane ticket. 2009 was a crazy year.
Rehab doesn’t work if you have nothing to go home to.
Ugh. You’ll get through this.
Not that you asked but maybe an anecdote can help? My lil bro has like… more DUIs under his belt than I have cats… (I have 2). He lost his partner of over a decade and ended up in jail (a number of times for drinking) and eventually in front of an empathetic but dead serious judge. It’s been a year a half of sobriety for him, finally. And now he’s focused on learning hobby radio stuff and nerding out on linux. It took time, though. Grieving isn’t a linear process. You got this.
In 2017, I was driving to the store for a pack of smokes, and cops saw my expired registration, leading to a whole shitshow that ended up costing more than $10,000. Texas was still doing vehicle inspections at the time, and my door handle had broken, which turned out not to be a reason to fail.
I was arrested for felony DWI (as this would be my third and the 10-year exemption had been repealed) after blowing 0.09 roadside. I wear dentures, which is a story for another time, so the two beers with dinner were still hanging out in my mouth. Once I got to jail, I was allowed to take my teeth out and blew a 0.07.
Even the magistrate in jail thought this was a miscarriage of justice, recommending this get pushed down to a misdemeanor (being under 0.08 should have meant this all gets thrown out), but I had to lawyer up, got deferred adjudication, a breathalyzer and a year of probation, complete with having to go to another county for the monthly appointments and UAs. The case has since been sealed.
But it was quite the hassle. One thing I’ve not done since is drive after any alcohol consumption, so I suppose it was corrective – but an unnecessarily extreme method of doing so.
Jesus. What an absolute nightmare. I’m sorry you went through that. My mom was saying the creator behind MADD ended up quitting the organization she started because she said it was becoming more of a racket than an organization with helpful intent. Your story fits that.
My girlfriend at the time came by my place that evening and was very confused that the lights were on but I wasn’t opening the door. When I called her the next day to pick me up from jail, she was pretty irate about the whole situation.
It wasn’t the end of the relationship by any stretch, but it was an added stressor.