Just got a phone call from the pokey in... god knows where...
She went to the hospital, which is good. Her nose is broken, which is not, but hey, noses heal. It's not the first time.
She's a mess, of course, doesn't want to see me, wants to run away. She's embarrassed as all hell, probably still in shock, manic, crying and possibly still drunk and or high. I re-extended my offer to go get her, but she refused. I think she wants to spend the night in jail, such is her guilt and self loathing right now. She says she's never drinking again.
I hate to tell her she's half right about the not seeing me. Not like we were before, and not when she's been drinking, that's for sure.
Sleep well, my friend. You're safe in there. At least there's that.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
No *Really* I've Got It All Figured Out
I'm in another woman's bed, but she's not here. I've got a Collie mix a house cat and a deaf Chihuahua though, which has to count for something.
It's late, and I should be asleep, but I just got out of the shower and I still haven't washed off the day. Work felt bad and then came the phone call from the woman I've started seeing. She was calling from the backseat of a police car, hand cuffed behind her back (no idea how she was able to work the phone), still incredibly drunk and possibly even blacked out. They told her she rolled her car three times on the highway somewhere north of Los Angeles. Her nose was broken. She doesn't remember.
As my passive aggressive friend so astutely put it (being snide and insulting was her way of telling me she was upset because I forgot her birthday), "You sure can pick 'em".
Yeah, well, I knew getting involved with a woman two weeks after her separation from her husband didn't sound like a good idea. I just couldn't put my finger on why.
Oh, yes. There it is. Thank you.
I may not have learned how to prevent myself from getting into trouble well enough yet, but I sure as hell have gotten a lot better at getting myself out of it. I think we're cutting her off. Gently, and with a promise of sober friendship, cutting her off.
And how was your day?
It's late, and I should be asleep, but I just got out of the shower and I still haven't washed off the day. Work felt bad and then came the phone call from the woman I've started seeing. She was calling from the backseat of a police car, hand cuffed behind her back (no idea how she was able to work the phone), still incredibly drunk and possibly even blacked out. They told her she rolled her car three times on the highway somewhere north of Los Angeles. Her nose was broken. She doesn't remember.
As my passive aggressive friend so astutely put it (being snide and insulting was her way of telling me she was upset because I forgot her birthday), "You sure can pick 'em".
Yeah, well, I knew getting involved with a woman two weeks after her separation from her husband didn't sound like a good idea. I just couldn't put my finger on why.
Oh, yes. There it is. Thank you.
I may not have learned how to prevent myself from getting into trouble well enough yet, but I sure as hell have gotten a lot better at getting myself out of it. I think we're cutting her off. Gently, and with a promise of sober friendship, cutting her off.
And how was your day?
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