Let’s get back to my stories about how I was back when.
From the frying pan into the fire!
I met this girl in high school and I fell in love, or maybe it was lust, I don’t know. By the time I was a junior and with all the crap going on at home, she was the only thing I could think about. She was nice to me and made me feel good and important. I was sick of high school and life at home, so I ask her to marry me. (We were both seventeen you know, juniors in high school, really ready for this.) I thought that I loved her and she thought that she loved me. I really think we did the best we knew how. So we quite school, got married and lived happily ever after or at least for a year or so. What’s wrong with picture? Sounded like a good idea at the time.
We were married for almost seven years and had two children. In that seven years I told her absolutely everything that was wrong with her. She was too fat, too lazy, wouldn’t clean the house, didn’t take care of the kids, set around and read books all the time, never washed dishes. You get the idea. Some of these things were probably some what true, but remember what I said about finding what the booze did for me. Well of course it made me perfect, I made no mistakes, everything I did was OK. Now, I didn’t mention the fact that I was drinking most every night, that I was seldom home to help take care of the kids, and that I was looking for that perfect woman that would understand me and stay slim and trim, clean the house, take care of the kids – follow me? Do you suppose I had anything to do with the way she acted? PROBABLY!
Between the booze and something else going on in me (years later I found out that was the begining of bipolar disorder) I became a very crazy person to say the least.
We’ll get into this a bit futher in the next post. I look forward to sharing more then.