Walmart. 64.99. Will use it to put my microwave on top . Has 5 drawers and cabinet door on left. I can store pots pans books files office supplies.
Finally will be able to roll the microwave around easily in my bedroom.
Tired of old furniture especially wood that has no wheels and is hard to move so I can clean or just rearrange things at my will.
Next is a standing desk 40 inches wide that moves
Pneumonia vaccine left arm top and COVID-19 in my right arm.
My left arm is painfully sore still. It is June 21st. 201 am
You want to harm yourself or someone else.
I am the harm myself suicide type.
He is the harm someone else type. Especially me since I happen to live here and am an easy access target to vent his anger and rage upon the world or any particular person or things he's pissed off about.
I suppose he would be better suited with a woman just like him who will punch hit knock the shit out of him over any little thing.
He gets mad wants to hit punch strangle me or people or animals
I get mad want to burn something or toss it in the trash or destroy myself due to the meanness of other people. I want to cry. Have cried countless times.
He rarely cries. He cried one time when I drew blood on my left forearm digging my fingernails in so hard I have very visible scars. He said he cried when he looked at the little bear I found at Goodwill thrift a couple of years ago and put it in his bathroom next to the bear he gave me back in 1990 or so.
Rarely does he have tears in his eyes. He has blind rage in his eyes most of the time.
2012 August. I drove him and daughter in law in his white Escalade to celebrate his birthday, age 30. I was the designated driver.
I remember the young girls bartending that night. He made a comment to the blonde very pretty bartender about how white her teeth were. She was reticent, a quiet personality. The other woman tending was rough mean acting.
The guy Dave Cervantes gave me his phone number.
I danced by myself in the crowd of drunken people.
14 years ago this August.
I don't know when my son started drinking alcohol. Not sure how old he was .
Didn't realize when he was 30 that he was drinking so much probably daily.
I was 23 in 1984 when I began drinking beer. Some classmate in the school I was attending for computer programming showed me how to drink beer. Prior to that I was shy and reticent, insecure, scared afraid of people.
I quit drinking in 2003. October. No particular reason. No one else's decision but mine. No pressure no promises no deadline no real goal. I just quit. 19 years of it.
Life has still been a bitch without alcohol. Nothing got better at home or with jobs or relationships.
The good thing that happened when I drank was I learned to open up instead of holding everything inside. I began to stand up for myself.
The good thing that happened when I quit was saving my body from alcohol destruction.
I wonder when he started drinking and when he's going to quit, if ever.
He's almost 44 and still hitting the bottle, bottles
Like your tone of voice, the words you say, what you say, the way you say things
Your impulsiveness, unpredictable storms of anger
Your habits. Eating constantly nasty stuff without thought of what you are putting into your body. Drinking sugary drinks all day then rum at night sometimes beer wine whiskey vodka
Your touching everything with your fingers absorbing chemicals then touching things people animals spreading it all over
You firing up lawn mowers weed eaters blowers power tools and using toxic yard chemicals bug poisons petroleum products lacquer thinner paint fiberglass gasoline inside the house without proper ventilation or outside when I am cooking laying out in the sun sitting on the porch or patio
Your using the same dirty black filthy rag for everything spreading god knows what all over the house
Your taking over whatever I do and blocking me from cleaning and whatever else I need to do
Husband and two ex husbands.
Although their public personality and physical body are different their basic core is the same
