Open For Business

I knew it wouldn’t be long. We’re off the wagon, AND HOW! We’ve also been off our bi-polar meds for a month now. It is evident that she is not rehabitable. The alcholol, pain killers, and mental illness have taken their toll and this woman can no longer reason her way into wholeness, or even the hope for wholeness.

Essentially, this is a death watch. The marriage has already died and is decomposing. She has burned the last bridge. Her family gave up on her several interventions ago, and her husband was the last person to try to rescue her.  Now all we can do is watch her self-destruct and keep out of her way.

 How you’ll know you’re not actually in the Gold Room: We only have vodka. Somewhere, I have no idea where she hides it, but it’s around here somewhere.

Why you may think you’ve wandered into Room 237: A drunk, unmedicated bi-polar lady may come at you saying, “Wanna know how it feels to have your eardrum blown?!”