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Completely Unrelated Journal (semi-out of character)
3 years ago
Don't think I have done a journal like this in a while, so I'm going to share my recent troubles here. I ask for no sympathy, just moral support. A little bit of moral support goes far. Ready? Let's just go with it.
To put it bluntly, my sister has been an alcoholic, druggie and smoker for over a decade and is only now -- just now -- starting to get the help she needs for it ten years after she should have gotten it. After going out on her own two weeks before she was supposed to be graduating high school, she fell in love with a total cuck in Kelby Kiker, a man far more mentally troubled than I. He was so troubled that after abusing my sister for four years in their loveless marriage he ran out of gas in Lexington and let his frustrations boil over. He's probably the one who forced my sister into this habit of drugs, alcohol and smokes and knew he couldn't live with himself anymore.
After that disaster played out, she then tried marrying a prison guard -- a great man, very dedicated, but still even more troubled than I. He was so troubled in his own way that after four years he and my sister came to the understanding that their marriage wouldn't last much longer, which somehow worked out since my sister is now going to be in jail until August of 2023 getting treatment to kick her addictions to the curb forever while my brother-in-law Jon Leffew is finally moving on with another woman. He was in a funk for several months and fortunately understood that my long-laid plans to walk my mother down the aisle to get married to my older cousin after fourteen years of being together weren't going to pan out due to our Congress using a pandemic against us at every twist and turn. So, having walked my mom down the aisle, he heard back from me that night and I thanked him for doing what I couldn't, so I told him that if he needed any advice from me I would be happy to give him some.
Now that Carlie, whom my sister had been caring for, is taking care of his home by himself and will be for another year and change, I have come to the understanding of reaching out to help him with keeping up his house. He's a Vietnam veteran in his late-seventies who looks to me as an inspiration of sorts -- I have no idea why, but he sees me as a good and kind heart with a passion for doing my best -- and I feel (even though he had unknowingly enabled my sister's vices through no fault of his own at all, since he clearly didn't know how bad her situation was) that I need to help him.
So, that's that. Tell me what you think.
To put it bluntly, my sister has been an alcoholic, druggie and smoker for over a decade and is only now -- just now -- starting to get the help she needs for it ten years after she should have gotten it. After going out on her own two weeks before she was supposed to be graduating high school, she fell in love with a total cuck in Kelby Kiker, a man far more mentally troubled than I. He was so troubled that after abusing my sister for four years in their loveless marriage he ran out of gas in Lexington and let his frustrations boil over. He's probably the one who forced my sister into this habit of drugs, alcohol and smokes and knew he couldn't live with himself anymore.
After that disaster played out, she then tried marrying a prison guard -- a great man, very dedicated, but still even more troubled than I. He was so troubled in his own way that after four years he and my sister came to the understanding that their marriage wouldn't last much longer, which somehow worked out since my sister is now going to be in jail until August of 2023 getting treatment to kick her addictions to the curb forever while my brother-in-law Jon Leffew is finally moving on with another woman. He was in a funk for several months and fortunately understood that my long-laid plans to walk my mother down the aisle to get married to my older cousin after fourteen years of being together weren't going to pan out due to our Congress using a pandemic against us at every twist and turn. So, having walked my mom down the aisle, he heard back from me that night and I thanked him for doing what I couldn't, so I told him that if he needed any advice from me I would be happy to give him some.
Now that Carlie, whom my sister had been caring for, is taking care of his home by himself and will be for another year and change, I have come to the understanding of reaching out to help him with keeping up his house. He's a Vietnam veteran in his late-seventies who looks to me as an inspiration of sorts -- I have no idea why, but he sees me as a good and kind heart with a passion for doing my best -- and I feel (even though he had unknowingly enabled my sister's vices through no fault of his own at all, since he clearly didn't know how bad her situation was) that I need to help him.
So, that's that. Tell me what you think.
