Post by Calendrea Hughes on Jul 3, 2017 4:00:35 GMT -5
SO like my friends Andrew and Ray up the road are doing the drama thing, splitting up and eating my life way too much this week or better? And it's like not tonight. I am staying home, I am not playing buffer to you guys, and piss on it. Yes so and so you can borrow my car to go see them without.. ME!
And whatever o'clock in the morning it is I get a call on my cell. Which, yeah sticksville, is dumber than shit. Call the house, you know? The cell is just gonna drop and total waste of time. But it's Andrew I see and yes the call drops and I call him back on the land line cause obviously it's an emergency or he wouldn't actually call. And it goes to voice. I leave a message to call the land line, I text asking what's up, he calls the land line, it drops, and finally I get a text that looks worse than any typo I ever made...swear to god...come get so and so.
Obviously he is drunk off his ass cause that is why Ray is leaving. Tired of living with an alcoholic. and drama drama drama. Well I can't cause so and so actually has my car and I have to wake up my husband and we go out the road into the deepest hollow around, and I 'm telling him to slow down so we get there alive and we do. Andrew is at the end of the drive and we pop out and he starts this theatrical explanation with well placed dramatic pauses and poses... not even telling us what went down...and after about 30 seconds of that I was like fuck this and walked up to his house and let him perform for my husband. And I go inside, right?
And like Ray is nowhere to be seen but so and so is in the middle of the room clear the fuck out of his mind. I don't know what's going on, why, where, what. Panic attack? psychotic break? and he is scared to death just rambling and SO GLAD to see me.
"Do you love me, God is love, I am out of time, I can't die without love..." so fast, so incoherent. so afraid.
Ray comes in out of the back magically cause I am there and it's safe now. And the two down by the road finally make it inside and it's all about Andrew, who refuses to shut the hell up or tell us where the keys to my car are while he is screaming for us to get out of his house only how can I do that if he won't give me the god damned keys and yes, you are loved...so and so...yes you have time...no you are not dying...And Andrew just picks up this chair and takes a swing at me.
I threw my left arm up, fortunately got my wrist turned in time to block with the fat of my arm cause it would have broke it if it had hit the bones... and block the damned thing from being broken over my head.
And I just fucking decked his ass and Ray had to jump in and get between us to save his dumb ass. And the filth and the bile that just poured out of his mouth was ridiculous. It's a wonder my husband didn't kill him but he was getting so and so out of the house.
TO the car and the night is filled with Andrew's screams of vitriol and we get so and so belted into the car, yes you are safe and no you are not going to die...
he is drenched in sweat he is so scared.
I get him home and he refuses to go the hospital and has calmed down and finally asleep here at nearly 5 am. I had to actually sing him to sleep before he would calm down. So yeah....
I just ended a friendship with a guy I have known since the fifth grade. He isn't in there anymore. The booze has finally killed what was left.
Just too old for this shit man. Too many second chances, and this isn't my life. I don't have to worry about people attacking me. I never would have thought the old tree-hugger had it in him, to be honest. Just so non-violent until tonight. I mean ever in his life.
His drinking is nuts though. He hasn't been to my house for ages save for but a second or two on his way home from work because I refuse to let him drink here. Not having that shit round my kids. So rather than visit me sober, he don't visit me at all.
Whatever, I am fucking beyond done.
And can't bend my left pinky finger all the way shut. Jesus what an asshole.
I think that was my fault though when I punched him in the face.
yeah, my hairy arm. go figure.
my head hurts
And whatever o'clock in the morning it is I get a call on my cell. Which, yeah sticksville, is dumber than shit. Call the house, you know? The cell is just gonna drop and total waste of time. But it's Andrew I see and yes the call drops and I call him back on the land line cause obviously it's an emergency or he wouldn't actually call. And it goes to voice. I leave a message to call the land line, I text asking what's up, he calls the land line, it drops, and finally I get a text that looks worse than any typo I ever made...swear to god...come get so and so.
Obviously he is drunk off his ass cause that is why Ray is leaving. Tired of living with an alcoholic. and drama drama drama. Well I can't cause so and so actually has my car and I have to wake up my husband and we go out the road into the deepest hollow around, and I 'm telling him to slow down so we get there alive and we do. Andrew is at the end of the drive and we pop out and he starts this theatrical explanation with well placed dramatic pauses and poses... not even telling us what went down...and after about 30 seconds of that I was like fuck this and walked up to his house and let him perform for my husband. And I go inside, right?
And like Ray is nowhere to be seen but so and so is in the middle of the room clear the fuck out of his mind. I don't know what's going on, why, where, what. Panic attack? psychotic break? and he is scared to death just rambling and SO GLAD to see me.
"Do you love me, God is love, I am out of time, I can't die without love..." so fast, so incoherent. so afraid.
Ray comes in out of the back magically cause I am there and it's safe now. And the two down by the road finally make it inside and it's all about Andrew, who refuses to shut the hell up or tell us where the keys to my car are while he is screaming for us to get out of his house only how can I do that if he won't give me the god damned keys and yes, you are loved...so and so...yes you have time...no you are not dying...And Andrew just picks up this chair and takes a swing at me.
I threw my left arm up, fortunately got my wrist turned in time to block with the fat of my arm cause it would have broke it if it had hit the bones... and block the damned thing from being broken over my head.
And I just fucking decked his ass and Ray had to jump in and get between us to save his dumb ass. And the filth and the bile that just poured out of his mouth was ridiculous. It's a wonder my husband didn't kill him but he was getting so and so out of the house.
TO the car and the night is filled with Andrew's screams of vitriol and we get so and so belted into the car, yes you are safe and no you are not going to die...
he is drenched in sweat he is so scared.
I get him home and he refuses to go the hospital and has calmed down and finally asleep here at nearly 5 am. I had to actually sing him to sleep before he would calm down. So yeah....
I just ended a friendship with a guy I have known since the fifth grade. He isn't in there anymore. The booze has finally killed what was left.
Just too old for this shit man. Too many second chances, and this isn't my life. I don't have to worry about people attacking me. I never would have thought the old tree-hugger had it in him, to be honest. Just so non-violent until tonight. I mean ever in his life.
His drinking is nuts though. He hasn't been to my house for ages save for but a second or two on his way home from work because I refuse to let him drink here. Not having that shit round my kids. So rather than visit me sober, he don't visit me at all.
Whatever, I am fucking beyond done.
And can't bend my left pinky finger all the way shut. Jesus what an asshole.
I think that was my fault though when I punched him in the face.
yeah, my hairy arm. go figure.
my head hurts