Hold Your Hand........

There's many a thing people do not know about me. For instance, i've held the hand of heroin addict as they shot up. I take care of people, i'm a natural born nurturer, atleast when it comes drugs addicts. Well, i was for many years anyway, when that man overdosed, part of me went 6ft under with him. I am an only child, no real brothers or sisters, but from the time i was about 3 or 4, i grew up with two boys who will always be my brothers. One i just happened to have to burry. The other, well. That's for another time. There's a difference, i know now, between holding the hand of your brother while he faces the inevetable, and holding up your family because only one of you has had the strength to make this journey. The journey is proving to be long and hard. But i've been down it before. Husband keeps insisting i should leave him, he keeps wishing me away. He doesn't know that he has it in him too. But that's okay, i know. I showed him the obituary of the Jesse i burried, explaining that burring my brother is one thing, burring the man i love, ain't gonna happen. You see, the mind of addict, no matter the drug of choice, is the same. It wants the same, it's a one track thought process for the first good three days, and that track, is drugs. It took thinking my husband would be burrying me, to unearth the girl that was burried along time ago. That girl, ain't going away again. I forgot about her, i missed her. I may feel like an ahlztimers patient anymore, but the girl i WAS is staying. Husband just needs to come around, come hell or high water i WILL see to that.