So I made a few calls and there is a meeting sponsered by S.A.F.E ( Self Abuse Finally Ends ) not to far from here at 5pm so I’m going to head over.
I knew that I would be late getting home so I had to tell Chief.
Well, let me rephrase. I didn’t meant it to sound that way. I want to tell him.. I want to tell him everything it’s just that sometimes the way it comes out of my mouth isn’t the way it’s worded in my head.
So I call him and we make small talk for alittle bit and then I tell him that I’m going to be home late.
He asks why and I told him that I had a meeting after work. I actually don’t remember the way I phrased it but he said that he loves me and he worries about me and this is just going to make him worry more.
I tell him that it’s not physical.. it’s mental.. and that I need a tune up. And I went on to explain tht like his drinking, I have something that I need to control. He said he figured what it was about and that just remember how much he loves me.. if it helps any.
I hope it does.







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May 20, 2009 at 3:42 pm
auroracoda
How did this meeting go? You never said…
And…I have a friend who went…and I know why she went…I hope all is well with you.
Will write tonight and fill you in.
May 20, 2009 at 11:19 pm
Leese
How did it go. Well.. I guess it went okay because I didn’t ribbon my arms but it’s not exactly like an AA or NA “sharing” meeting. I really don’t know how to explain it other then imagine being unexpectedly dropped in like the deep countryside of Russia.. or China.. where no one speaks a lick of English :: provided you don’t speak either Russian or Mandarin :: and after a few days of fighting to communicate, someone appears that finally speaks English. It’s like a sense of relief? Of being understood?