Mr. Mee

My husband.  Mr. Mee, the man I was certain I would spend the rest of my life with.  The man who took care of me and my every need.  The man who loved the woman in me more than any man I have ever met.  I have lost him for a while. 

I won’t dwell into much, but he strayed.  He strayed with a woman who was suppose to have been my best friend.  He strayed because he lost the real me.  I lost the real me. 

I took his love for me for granted.  I assumed that no matter what I went though in life, no matter how bad my attitude got , that he would always be able to handle it.  That his love for me was deep enough that he could stand by me.  I think he could have had he not been going through a bad surgery at the time.  Had I not allow a woman and her family to intertwine with ours so deep that there was no way around them, no breathing room.  She was jealous of what I had.  The love we shared.  And, she preyed on that.

He is a man.  Men can only handle so much.  There was the menopause to deal with, which he says is an excuse.  I wish he would realize all women go through that differently.  Along with the menopause was the drug addiction.  Are you gasping now?  You should be.  Me the woman who never dreamed she could become addicted to anything became addicted to prescription pain pills.  Why? How?

Why..by the time I knew they were a problem and needed to stop I had found out about them.  I did stop.  But then found out a few months later they hadn’t stopped.  The only way I can describe the feelings you get from pain pills is, a feeling of “hey, if I take this I am normal.”  In some countries they actually use them as an anti depressant in smaller doses.  They are the devils medicine.  Opiate pain medication is the most addicting drug out there.  Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.  Your body builds a tolerance to them very early on.  If you have anything going on in your life you just go to them more and more.  The next thing you know your addicted.  Pulled in.  Doing things that you would never dream you would do.  It is awful.  All the while playing with your receptors and telling those receportors all is well, this is you, this is how your suppose to be doing things.

The how… my sister at first.  Giving them to me when I seen her.  Yes, she was also a drug addict with them.  Also, a friend who got more of those suckers than you care to hear about.  Bless her heart she is gone now and I pray she is by the Lord’s side. 

Also, dealing with the fact that this other family was so far up our asses we couldnt move.  She made sure that she was.  She mad sure if she didn’t say it once she said it a million times how my husband and her were so much alike they should be together and vise versa with me and her husband. Sick is what she is. 

I was watching her kids, a baby and a boy that was our youngest sons age.  That is hwo we all found each other.  They started school together.  Now, Josh never really cared for G.  But, it gave him things to do in his little mind.  I guess you will need to just keep reading the blog to find out more infomation on that front.

In general, my husband is a kind, loving man.  I have never regretted getting married to him. He hasn’t always made our life easy.  But, we held it together with love.  A very deep love. 

One that I hope we both find soon.

That is basicially Mr. Mee.  I am sure you will find out in the end everything that happened to us and pray for our future.

He is an excellent provider.  A great lover and friend.  And, I want all that back.  Period.

I will get into when he moved back home at a later date.

 

I just wanted to touch base and give you the low down on the names and people in my life.

Hugs,

Minneymee