Thread: Weekend Update

I couldn't post here for the longest time and just gave up. I thought I had been banned for some reason but felt sure that the moderators would at least tell me. I tried again just now and got this window, maybe it will let me post.

My wife kept us buried in debt, I finally sold a mobile home for $13500.00 I got our health insurance reactivated and paid the back due notes, had $10,000.00 left, or so I thought. Two and one half weeks later I stopped for an $8.00 debit and was declined. She had spent the last dime on drugs. She had brought home 7 dogs, 5 cats, two lizards and 2 horses and had just spent all of the money for their food, our food and bills. She hauled butt in the truck which belonged to the credit union and moved into the crack house where she was buying her drugs. I showed the repo man where the truck was and they got it, she effectively ruined our 750 plus credit score down to nothing.

I told her that I filed for a divorce but she had 2 months or more if she needed it to use the insurance, to get into rehab and clean her life up. She jumped at this, thinking she would just go through the motions of detox, then move back into her comfort zone to relive her old lifestyle. I told her, "No, after detox, is "Pathways to Recovery" 30 - 60 days of lock down, no alcohol or drugs and counseling to see why she kept returning to chemical dependency. After that would be a half way house, government assistance and get your old job back. They have nice government homes right behind her old job. Then, she would get her check and see how she was going to pay her bills learning to live on a budget, like everyone else. Her silence was deafening, she is still gone, living there. They can afford hundreds of dollars for drugs weekly, but can't pay the water bill.

So, Sunday I was on the Harley going to church and came upon a curve way too fast. These small country roads have no shoulder. I've done these roads at 70 so must have been going a little faster. I fought the curve, saw the center line, saw the gravel and that was it. I woke up in the back of an ambulance and the medic was saying, "Sir, you have no blood pressure, you are bleeding out, you need a helicopter." I later found out a woman found me laying in the middle of the high way and got out my cell phone. In my contacts as "ICE" ( in case of emergency, take note ) She hit dial and said, "I don't know who you are, and I don't know who he is, but I just found this man laying unconscious in the middle of the highway. He wrecked his motorcycle." Well that was my daughter.

The tally is 16 stitches right between the eyes, a concussion, broken ribs and road rash everywhere, both knees, elbows, hip and hands. I'll spare you the more graphic pictures, but it is hard to believe that my forehead did this to my gas tank. This hasn't been the best two months of my life...

I have no idea why you haven't been able to post but you could have used the contact link at the foot of the forum if you were unable to send a PM and we could have sorted the problem.

Thanks Baron, it's been a while but if I remember correctly anytime I clicked on a "reply" or any other area I got a faded screen and it wouldn't do anything. Anyway, the problem is solved now.

Welcome back, Ditch. In every sense!

Welcome back Sir.

Wow, Ditch, I am so sorry to hear of the rough patch you've been through. Words are entirely inadequate but I hope that your situation improves.

...and if we had banned you, you would have known it and you would have known why.

Thank you Karl, Mitchell and Foxee. This has been a real life changing event for me. I'm very hyper and find it really hard just to lay there and heal, but it hurts too bad to do anything else. I do have a really beautiful, small chunk of paradise here on the river. I have my dogs and cats and they are seeing me through this right now. It's hard to believe just how incredible the pain of broken ribs are when you cough. I still have a concussion and feel like I'm living in a dream world. But, heal I will and go on, I have a really great family and some really fine grand kids, and a LOT to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Holy farking balls you are lucky to be alive. o.O

That's good though, that you have family to fall back on, so sorry to hear about your wife, bud. And I'm glad you're back, I missed the stories you had!

Great to hear from you Kang, missed you dude. I'll be back for sure. I have four novels published and two more bubbling on the burners, just waiting for the smoke of the divorce to clear before I go about actively marketing them. We all think that writing the novel is the hard part, getting recognized as a new author is really the hard part.

Welcome back Ditch. Sorry to hear you've had such a rough time of it. Life can really kick you in the teeth. Hope you heal up, both physically and emotionally.

Welcome back. I'm sorry that life has been pretty awful lately. I hope your recovery is much smoother.

Another weekend update.....

My wife got arrested. She had two pills in her pocket which she had a prescription to but they weren't in the bottle. Her friend called and told me that she wanted me to get her out. I had been praying for months that God would do whatever was necessary to get her attention and make her straighten out. Well, it seems that he did. So I was in church and the band was playing when I got a call from my sister. My wife had called her asking her to ask me to get her out of jail.

My heart went out to her, I do still love her. every fiber of my being was telling me to make the 5 hour drive, spend the money and get her out. I was already justifying spending the money when I went back inside and sat down. One of our older members got up and read the announcements. Then he spoke of the jail ministry they do. Six people had accepted Christ through their efforts. When he was finished our minister explained that while they were in the world, they were too busy with their addictions to hear what God was trying to say to them. That now that they were in jail, they had to be still, to be quiet. They had time to think and hear what God was saying, that they were right where they needed to be.

I felt that God was talking to me through them and commented about it at the end of the service. I decided to let her sit there and listen, to think.

Last Saturday it was weighing on me pretty hard. I called my minister and spoke to him, asked him what he thought I should do. He said what I was already feeling, what I think that god was telling me, "She is your wife. We all ask God's forgiveness time and time again. We all screw up. As her husband, I think it's your place to give her just one chance and if she throws that away, well you know that you tried."

I called her and laid it down. She agreed to go to church with me every Sunday ( she actually wants to now ), she will have no access to the bank account and she will have to pay the piper for the hot checks that she wrote even if it means jail time or community service.

So I went and got her out. The dogs went bonkers when she got out of the truck, they hadn't seen her in three months. Life is good, settling back into a married routine and I'm healing from the motorcycle wreck pretty well. My left knee still looks like a pumpkin and hurts pretty well. The doctor left one stitch in my forehead that has to come out. It's so small I can't do it. The road rash has gone from a screaming pain to a dull, aching pain only when I touch it and I have another, really nice scar on my forehead.