I have a kinda personal post for you today, and well, it’s not very uplifting.
In fact, it’s depressing as hell, but I shall go forth with it, because the subject in question asked me to…
You know that friend you have?
The one who isn’t quite right due to drugs, alcohol, or some undefined mental illness, but you love him or her to death?
I have one of those, and her name is Schmoop.
Schmoop and I have lovingly lived in sin for nearly twelve years now, but of late, something has happened to her, and she has become someone other than herself.
Schmoop has always liked to drink, as do I, and she has always liked to sleep, but lately?
Our lovable Schmoop enjoys drinking more and more and sleeping more and more, and where does that leave me?
In a town called, Suckville!!
Now as many of you know, Schmoop, or Beth, as she appears in our comments, is my girlfriend and has been for 12 years.
We have always appeared happy go lucky, devil-may-care, and “George and Gracie in love”, which we still are, however…
We have a drinking problem in the Bagwine digs.
Schmoop drinks too much.
No, I’m not kidding; it’s not me, (well, okay I probably do as well) which you were all thinking anyway, but it’s all about the Schmoop, and she wanted me to write this, because she knows it and/or wants you to know it.
I know, we all do foolish things when we have been drinking, as our IWS friend, Dana and I are quite aware of, but it is another thing to get to the point where excessive drinking or any kind of addiction can ruin a friendship…or more importantly, a love.
I have been putting up with it for weeks, and being the patient man that I am, I let it go. Well, with her, not within my mind, until tonight, when I snapped.
To be perfectly graphic, I was on top of Schmoop and while wailing away, she said…
“That’s enough.”
After the awkward re-dressing of ourselves, I asked, “That’s it?”
And in a surreal, lilting voice, she said, ”Yeah, I've had enough.” (Ed. Note: Holy Shit Mahoney, that had to hurt.)
I wasn’t pissed. I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t ready to take her head off.
I was, in a word, “sad.”
It was after we dressed that I asked her, “What the hell is your problem?” that she asked…
“What?”
I responded,…
“You are always drunk when you pick me up at work. Friday nights you are asleep. When I get home on Saturday nights you are drunk as hell. Sundays you entirely sleep away, and now this? Why the fuck don’t you love me?”
She said…
“I do love you, but I never noticed the stuff you are talking about.”
After I pointed out the many examples, we cried together, hugged, and she said, “I promise that I’ll make some changes.”
Uh-huh...
I know that she believes that, but she told me to post this for a reason, and that is for all of you to stay on her ass, and make her actually do it, and I hope you do, because…
I miss my Schmoop... alot.
Cheers and Thanks!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattmaniws
In fact, it’s depressing as hell, but I shall go forth with it, because the subject in question asked me to…You know that friend you have?
The one who isn’t quite right due to drugs, alcohol, or some undefined mental illness, but you love him or her to death?
I have one of those, and her name is Schmoop.
Schmoop and I have lovingly lived in sin for nearly twelve years now, but of late, something has happened to her, and she has become someone other than herself.
Schmoop has always liked to drink, as do I, and she has always liked to sleep, but lately?
Our lovable Schmoop enjoys drinking more and more and sleeping more and more, and where does that leave me?
In a town called, Suckville!!
Now as many of you know, Schmoop, or Beth, as she appears in our comments, is my girlfriend and has been for 12 years.
We have always appeared happy go lucky, devil-may-care, and “George and Gracie in love”, which we still are, however…
We have a drinking problem in the Bagwine digs.
Schmoop drinks too much.
No, I’m not kidding; it’s not me, (well, okay I probably do as well) which you were all thinking anyway, but it’s all about the Schmoop, and she wanted me to write this, because she knows it and/or wants you to know it.
I know, we all do foolish things when we have been drinking, as our IWS friend, Dana and I are quite aware of, but it is another thing to get to the point where excessive drinking or any kind of addiction can ruin a friendship…or more importantly, a love.
I have been putting up with it for weeks, and being the patient man that I am, I let it go. Well, with her, not within my mind, until tonight, when I snapped.
To be perfectly graphic, I was on top of Schmoop and while wailing away, she said…
“That’s enough.”
After the awkward re-dressing of ourselves, I asked, “That’s it?”
And in a surreal, lilting voice, she said, ”Yeah, I've had enough.” (Ed. Note: Holy Shit Mahoney, that had to hurt.)
I wasn’t pissed. I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t ready to take her head off.
I was, in a word, “sad.”
It was after we dressed that I asked her, “What the hell is your problem?” that she asked…
“What?”
I responded,…
“You are always drunk when you pick me up at work. Friday nights you are asleep. When I get home on Saturday nights you are drunk as hell. Sundays you entirely sleep away, and now this? Why the fuck don’t you love me?”
She said…
“I do love you, but I never noticed the stuff you are talking about.”
After I pointed out the many examples, we cried together, hugged, and she said, “I promise that I’ll make some changes.”
Uh-huh...
I know that she believes that, but she told me to post this for a reason, and that is for all of you to stay on her ass, and make her actually do it, and I hope you do, because…
I miss my Schmoop... alot.
Cheers and Thanks!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattmaniws
