I seem to be going through some sort of cosmicly insane test of my sobriety and faith. Let's see. I sobered up in a town where the only meeting I could get to was on-line. The alternative was a 45 minute drive with a drunk who would most likly be a lot drunker by the time we would have to do the same drive back. We lived in a canyon, he drives a REALLY fast car, drunk, and he has cataracts. Poops in his pants too but that's another post entirely.
I stopped drinking, his escalated and he became emotionally abusive and generally retarded. So I left. Sobered myself homeless so to speak.
I end up in a woman's shelter where day to day life is like being in an insane asylum. Any of you who have read my journal know this is true.
I started to sense a while after I arrived that one of the staff had a problem with me. I made a point of avoiding this woman and she began a campaign to have me kicked out.
I thought I was imagining it at first but then she started threatening me with homlessness and then the police.This is the same sort of abuse I just left, without the fast car and poopy pants. I thought, "I must be doing something to bring this woman's shit to the surface." I talked to my friend and my sponser and told them the whole story and they believe me.I had done nothing but obey the crazy rules wich were changed sometimes hourly. I don't believe this happened in a "safe" house. I obeyed the crazy rules out the door.
This is going to be ivestigated beginning tomorrow but in the meantime she had said,"OH, you are gonna learn consequences!" and locked her office. I did nothing. I said, "fuck it" and went to bed and shook, scared all night.
I thought she was just threatening me like before and I didn't take too it seriously once I calmed myself.
I needed my sleep because I was seeing my son the next morning.
I was woken up by the police at 9am and escorted off the property and threatened with arrest. I said, "For what? Having a feeling in a battered woman's shelter? How threatening is that?" So now I have to take time off work, yup, I just got a full time job last week, because I have to speak to the board of directors of the shelter.
BLBLBLBLLBLB!
Needless to say my visit with my son was bizzare. I pasted a "happy" on my face and we went bowling while I'm in my head shrieking and gibbering in my head like a crazy person.
What do you think, cosmic ha ha, or am I being tested on this material.
Either way. There will be "consequences", she shouldn't have do'ed what she did. LMAO! or I'd be weeping myself stupid. Thank God for my sense of humour.
I'm an alcoholic
and my problem is Marina.