the “he is such an ass” phase? because thats what he is. an ass. i went through so much crap with him and his addiction, i stayed with him for five years. 3 1/2 of which he was always doing something. he wasn’t picky. meth, pills, crack. it didn’t matter. he was NOT a functional addict. he’d get paid on friday and be home by 6 or 7 with no money. how do you spend 3 or 400 dollars in about 3 hours on drugs? how? how? i need to know. he would have a few months at a time that he would stay clean, and then he’d get around somebody or see something on tv and there was his exuse. but when he was clean, i couldn’t ask for a better husband, and i always wanted to believe that it would last every time. he used to teach children’s church. i mean come on. he was so perfect for me except for this fatal flaw. well, maybe he wasn’t perfect for me because of this flaw. anyways, i finally left, 2 and a half years ago, and a few months ago we were talking about getting back together, and i got scared, and couldn’t do it (oh, i wanted to with everything in me) so he moved backed to his hometown a couple of hours from me, and he still calls me, he called me a few weeks ago and the ass got married. married to someone else. another “recovering” addict.
i want to get over my feelings for my ex husband. the good ones and the bad ones. (read all 10 entries…)
how did i forget