Who am I pt-4
Two years of hell
Who am I pt-4, starts as I moved out a week following my Love’s dramatic announcement that she wanted a divorce. She was adamant about and it was her final answer. I found a place less then a block from her place so the boys could still come see me frequently. The was was a dump needing major cleaning which for a reduction in my rent I did clean the place. The hell was I was drinking everyday, from when I woke up til I passed out.
For the next two and a half years. Of course I had several jobs, and lost them all. I moved into the Loft of good friends family. Sober for a while abou 6-7 months I believe, but not real sure things get a little fuzzy around this time. 3rd DUI I was in jail for 39 days, and had to take therapy groups for 5 months. Meaning I had to hitchhike to back to Glenwood in the winter about 10 miles each way. I completed my groups and started the drinking again. I was able to not drink so much at work. However, after work Katie Bar the Door it was PTA time, (party time again).
The Beginning of the End
Black Out time
Who am I? pt-4 continues My drinking had progressed to the point I was near death. It was totally out of control. I would drink a 1/2 pint of Brandy before my feet hit the floor. I drank another 1/2 pint on the way to work. Being the first to get to work I had a couple drinks. I rarely had another drink until I after work. Then I would drink in every bar along the way home. I would get to the liquor store for the next days supply just at closing time. This went on for several months. The end was near.
The end would come in a major drinking binge. It started out as a “normal” day for me anyway. Following work I drank my way through town and some how ended up in a different restaurant on the road to Glenwood, called “The Other Place”, owned my a friend plus my cousin was working there. I was drafted to help out. following the restaurant closing, we set there and drank. That is the last I remember until I found myself in South Glenwood. I had $30.00 dollars in my pocket.
The End!
The start of Sobriety
March 17, 1989, my divorce was final, it was over. My Love was gone. She had moved back home with my sons. It would be 5 years before I saw them again. June 24,1989, was the day it all ended. Stranded in South Glenwood. I started drinking my way down town towards were my favorite bars were. I was in a black out when I took my last drink at a bar I knew very well. It was closing time and I know I ordered 2 double shots of Brandy it was 1:45 AM, June 25, 1989. The next I knew it was around 4:00 AM, and I was standing on the bridge trying to find a way to jump. Instead I walked to the Detox and checked myself in intending to be discharged the next day calling in sick to work.
Who am I? pt-4 ends here. I came out of my black out around 6:00 AM, and telling the intake counselor “I know you”. He was able to get me to bed then. I came too, at 12:00 PM monday June 26, 1989. Had been unconscious for 36 hours Knowing the lady taking my B/P and said “That’s it I am done”. I have not had a drink or drug since. Spending the next 16 days there waiting for a treatment bed in Denver at Arapahoe House. I was very sick and unable to eat anything except soft food such as liquid jello. It was to take another 3-4 month before I could really eat anything solid. To be continued with my treatment until 1991.
