Remembering Patrick Swayze

Remembering Patrick Swayze

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My Wasted Years

I was the wife of a drug addict. Although some people would say that taking prescription medicine isn't a drug addict. They would be right, if the medicine is taken as prescribed. But when a person no longer takes it for their pain but for the high they get and taking more then the doctor said, well then they have become addicted. They can't wait for the next high.

I lived with someone like this for years. He would mix drugs and alcohol, then he would become very abusive. Not that he would hit me, although there were times I'm sure he wanted to, but the things he said hurt more then being slapped. His words are something I'll never forget. He hit doors and knocked holes in walls, busted out windows. He would be gone 2 or 3 days at a time. I wouldn't know where he was. He would be driving and get pulled over, I remember one time that he backed the car down through the woods backwards, wedged the car between two trees. When asked why he did that his reply was cause Bud told him to. Bud being Budwiser beer. He was taken to jail I can't remember how many times. Then he wanted to know why I didn't come and get him out. If I didn't know where he was, just how was I to get him out? He did go to AA, but he would be high on pills. AA does help those who wants the help, but they have to want it for themselves because any other reason and most times they start back drinking. He went to NA, I thought this was helping until I found out that he was getting pills from some of the other members. NA is just like AA, it can help those that really want the help, but the person has to want it.

A time came that everything fell to me, all the bills, keeping food in the house, paying insurance on the truck and keeping the repairs on the truck paid. He was on disability for his back. He had had two back surgeries. He couldn't work but he was able to do anything he wanted to do. A friend told me once that when I'd had enough that I'd walk away, and you know what? She was right. I walked away 4 years ago and I haven't looked back. The day I left, I had my purse. When I went back all I got was my belongings. I left everything else. I would start new. I divorced my husband of 27 years. I found out there is life out here and I'm living it. Without worry or fear of him.

I'll tell anyone that will listen. If you are living in an abusive relationship, get out of it. Think about yourself. There is help out there for anyone that needs it, all you have to do is ask. There is life out there. Life is to short to live in misery. Find your way out and live life to the fullest. Be happy like I am.