Six days later

It's taken me six days since I spoke to him last, to sort out the truth.  There is no future court date.  It was another Paul Bunyan story.  That is okay.  The fog is lifting.  I am getting back to my old self.  I just don't understand why twice this week, I discovered two different women still want to be in a fully committed relationship with an alcoholic.  After seeing someone else for awhile now who is perfectly generous and capable and honest, I can see why I was in so much distress for 4 months.

I finished my bulletin board at the school and I finished my first week in my newly promoted position at my primary f.t. job.  It's been a grueling week.  We had a new member at Toastmasters last night from India.  Open house is next week.  If you think you have a need to improve your public speaking skills, you can come.

I understand the women who stay with alcoholics.  There was a smattering of alcoholism in my family.  It forced me to strive for perfection.  My mother from the Iron Range was a saint.  My father was withdrawn and reclusive.  Alcoholism is a chronic condition of Northern Minnesotans and Wisconsin people.  I stopped drinking in 1983 after college.  All 4 now.

And for all you descendants from the Iron Range, never back down.  Make your man own his bullshit.