Sunday, 8 March 2015
Taking a backward step. Alcoholism always comes back to bite you
Jane has taken a backward step and I am bloody glad I don't live with her anymore. If you saw her flat you'd understand; total disaster. She lives like a busted tramp.
She has lost her job and descended in a downward spiral of chaos and turpitude. She is hopeless, and hopelessly lost. Sorry if this sounds critical. It is not meant to be. It is meant to be honest. There is no way you can say anything other than what I have said.
To live with her when she is on a binge is like living through a slow motion car crash so I am glad to be out of it although I'd like to see her again when she is normal.
We do have some fun together when she is not at the bottom of a black abyss of self-loathing, lying amongst her squalid and sick-drenched possessions.
She has been to hospital for pancreatitis. I visited daily and caught a chest infection at the hospital! Can you believe it? It capped an awful winter for me of long term infections. Jane never sticks to her promises. "I'll phone tonight". Like hell you will.....