It was Papi's turn last night.
The pain of feeling he 'left G'ma behind' is taking it's toll.
Things like this usually happen when we grieve.
Grief tends to bring everything else boiling to the surface, granting us two options: 1) scrape the scum from atop, or 2) stir it back in and eat the filth once more.
I feel very grateful that I'm able to have a visit from the deceased Fuzzy Family member when they go.
It immediately releases my pain to see them so happy.
However, Papi doesn't have that luxury.
So he grieves.
True to any active addict/alcoholic, he needs to escape.
I have to make a choice; either live with him drinking alcohol and possibly killing himself, or live with him taking clonazepam and speaking with the junkie drawl.
I choose clonazepam.
At least he doesn't pass out into oblivion like when he's drinking.
Regardless, at this point in his life, he needs escape.
We decided that he would go home early to be with G'ma.
He was supposed to go for 10 days in August, but the need is too strong right now.
We're going to book his ticket as soon as we are able to so, I suppose in May.
I will be alone for a while.
A few months perhaps.
I have Our Fave's Mom and her security guard husband, the Housemaid, the Dominican Daddy and a couple of neighbours to watch over me, not to mention a handful of men whom I could call and they'd be here in a second to help.
They always tell me they would be here if anything happened. Just call.
I have 2 guns, a machete and a bat.
I also have 2 dogs that would fight to the death to protect me.
3 more that would just run around barking.
Oh, who am I kidding. Sir Bark-A-Lot would bite them. I've seen him give a groomer a split lip worthy of stitches, because the dude wouldn't listen to us when we said, "Please muzzle him, he bites."
"Oh, no, that's ok," he laughed, looking at the small creature that couldn't possibly do any damage.
So, I have 3 that would fight.
I guess the Pathetic Puppy would get in there too. She loves me.
And I suppose the Jake-a-Like would do his best.
Anyway, I'm going to be alone.
I'm going to have to ask people to take their holiday here. Please come visit me if you can afford it? Please come be my other human in the house.
I'll lend you a gun.
The big one.
I like the 9 mm. She's the one I can handle and I'm not afraid to use her.
Papi might be gone for about 3 months.
He's worried about me.
I just want him to be ok.
I will do anything to have him well again, and if this helps ease his guilt, so be it.
I would do anything to see him the way he was before the motorcycle accident.
It changed both of us.
I guess I can't ask him to be the same person, just the same as I will never be that girl I was prior, but I can ask the angels to help him be well emotionally.
That's really all I want.
I would sacrifice all to have that for him.
Including being alone in a dangerous country.
i stand firmly in my powerful, positive self-esteem
Gratitude List Day 2/10
1. I am grateful Papi is looking for a solution to relieve his guilt.
2. I am grateful I have people physically around me who would protect me.
3. I am grateful for the friends back home who support me, even when I fall.
4. I am grateful for Prozac.
5. I am grateful to wake to the world's best coffee every morning.
6. I am grateful to be feeling more like myself, and stronger.
7. I am grateful for the angels helping me when I need it.
8. I am grateful for the gift Our Fave's Mom gave us. They have nothing, yet they gave us a gift to show their appreciation of us.
9. I am grateful to be living in a climate that eases my physical pain.
10. I am grateful I have things to be grateful for.