HAHA I love my life you can't make this up!

There was trouble in paradise for a long time and I was trying to put and end to it for a while. I almost had to evict her from my own house, called a lawyer and everything. She is Martha F-in Stewart when she takes her meds and goes to therapy, and she is really dark when she does not. But she moved out over the winter, and life is exponentially better for me, presumably for both of us. As many women folk must do, she has nailed herself to a cross, a total victim, and I am the bad guy. As they rewrite history, every reaction is shaped into an unwarranted act of aggression, etc. She has probably found some new (overly-pubic-haired feminist) friends and built up a narrative of personal strife, female strength, and perseverance for overcoming the years of tolerating my misogyny. And I got the credit card debt. But whatever Im pelvis deep in trashy girls and loving it. And I seriously truly hope she finds a good therapist and takes her meds and gets happy.

One bad note--- we had two dogs together. One was "mine" and one was "hers". She kept hers and I kept mine. I miss the dude, even thought he was a knucklehead. That dog would come to me and not her if called at the same time 11 times out of 10. I found out through mutual facebook friends that the dog had a seizure. She didn't tell me. If the dog ever needed medical treatment that was out of her budget, I would want to help. Its like your child got a medical complication and your ex wife didnt tell you

 

Ask away man.

 

Well first, she never forgot to take them. It was a conscious decision. She took them and went to therapy and was an angel. Then she got it in her head that the therapists weren't doing anything for her and that she didn't need meds (which she might not have needed had she actually took part in the therapeutic process). It was "I got this" mode. She would stop both, and become alienating, paranoid, and lose all sex drive. Like the effin Sahara. At one time she dropped a lot of weight too (she was always VERY fit, so it was unhealthy weight loss).

The meds weren't like a short term thing. The xanex was short term for the holy crap, smash up the house episodes. The other stuff was for the darkness. She needed the darkness meds. The xanex was more or less for emergencies and whatnot.

Off of the darkness meds she would be alienating and feel alienated. It caused her to lose a good job at a hospital. (Add to that she got put on probation for pulling my medical records {paranoia}, but ultimately fired for being an arseholle which stemmed from a circular pattern of "they don't like me, they don't like them, i am undervalued, i can't do this, I'm right, they're wrong, if you disagree you don't support me..." etc.)

Truth be told if she took the time to work on herself and her smash up the house craziness, and to follow through with it, she would be an amazing woman. Im 34, and I can only re-hang so many doors and fix so much drywall before enough is enough... At one time I'd have married the sane one, but after a while my fear of the insane one would have prevented me from doing it.

So no, I never hid her meds.

 

Oh no heavy feeling whatsoever. I wrote that while a trailer park girl was cleaning up in my bathroom. Life esta bien boys.

The U2B origin story is a boy forged in Bad Religion and Pennywise lyrics and LSD in the 90s, paddling out in hurricanes before he broke 100lbs (Seldom can vouch for that). The boy grew into a man conquering fear of death in the mountains while simultaneously working in mental health, and thus loosing any normal concept of baseline behavior. He then became a stand up comedian and learned that oversharing information has wonderful results, as he will often talk about his cock in front of 200 people for 30 minutes to constant applause. He now lives in the mountains and leads a Spartan Henry Rollins life. Surf, skate, ski, sex, comedy. After X-Mrs.2B's exit, he got a second lease on life--like beating a terminal illness that one can have sex with.

I have absolutely no secrets fellers. Oversharing is what I do