So, I’m lonely. HIV, DID, and being overweight leads you- oh yeah, along with low self esteem-drops you right at the feet of being lonely. So, I got on Tindr. Wanted to see if I could get my, uh, needs met. Also, to see what all the hubub was about. Well, I swiped right, and so did Anthony.
Anthony and I talked for four hours the first night. He came over and we talked for for four more. One small problem- Anthony would be homeless by today and had a SCRAM bracelet on and had just been let out of his halfway house into renting a room. Now, here’s an interesting fact: Ever since I started to have memories and flashbacks way back in 99/2000-2001, I have been madly attracted to Sociopaths. Can’t shake em.
Cliff, Scott, Dave and Magic, and now Anthony. So, I offer for him to stay here. WTF?! He had read me so well, I was hooked. Sociopaths do that. They can read a mark so well, know exactly what to say, and get under your skin. So, Anthony grew up on the East side of Detroit. 7-8 mile near Gratiot, on the streets, “because nobody wanted” him. He was a car thief, and at 12, was in Maxey by Ann Arbor. So, I knew he had some shit. And it wasn’t just an attachment disorder. Three days.
I offered him up the chance to come correct with me. No way can they do that. He told me he had a Domestic- a misdemeanor. I laughed. Went to OTIS- 6 years for intimate Assault and Battery, which being his third time in- automatic habitual offender. Dropped him like a bad habit.
So, Tuesday, I go to my therapist- that’s when I dropped him. We talked. We’re going to do a workbook- Mindfulness for Prolonged Grief. And work on my cognitive errors. My story ended Sunday. I need to begin a new life/story. I need to return to the program. I need, I need…I need to do.
The reason I finally didn’t act impulsively, was that I- my house is my sanctuary. It’s where my healing happens, for the most part. I have a part system to keep safe. If I don’t act like a responsible adult, my system will not trust me, and will take over. Can’t have that. I had to protect not only myself, but my system- which are one in the same. That was the whole purpose of this blog. If you want to heal from your trauma and integrate, you gotta act like a protective adult. The parents wee never had, the ones that were supposed to protect us and soothe us and love us. If we don’t step up and take steps to protect ourselves, which includes our systems, we’re never going to heal. We’ll never integrate. Letting yet another Sociopath into my home and my life- I’d be dead within two weeks. Whether by his fists, or my drinking- he was a drinker too- real winner. One of my mom’s coworkers told her- she’s not going to bring home an accountant. Wouldn’t it be a hoot if I did? I’d invite her to the wedding to just be a bitch.
But, I’ve been dope sick. Quit the Norco. Had a cold/stomach flu on top of the dope sickness. That’ll teach me. That’ll learn me, as I really like to say. I had a dream about an Octopus. Octopus medicine is very powerful and very fitting-clearly, or the Octopus would not have come to me- for what I am about to embark on.