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"Monday Wash" Monday wash, it's time again to wash away weekend sin. On Friday night I tried to woo him, with food and drinks we did begin. He ate the food and mixed the drinks, a little tonic, a lot of gin. With pasted smiles, we chose a song, to music we did spin. I asked him for a hug or two, I softly rubbed his cheek. He looked at me like he could see right through my soul so meek. He pulled away and took a sip, 'twas courage he did seek. I cupped his face within my hands, my eyes he could not meet. I bowed my head in hurt and shame to hide my humiliation. His love not I, oh no not I, his love was his libation. Will I ever learn to turn away, embrace my liberation. Will I ever know the pain he numbs with liquid medication. This man has cut me deep and clean, left me here to bleed. His weakness is his strength to me, it fills my heart with need. I am the one who cannot stop, his addiction I must feed. I fill his glass straight from the bottle, we dance, he lets me lead. |
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"Monday Wash" Monday wash, it's time again to wash away weekend sin. On Friday night I tried to woo him, with food and drinks we did begin. He ate the food and mixed the drinks, a little tonic, a lot of gin. With pasted smiles, we chose a song, to music we did spin. I asked him for a hug or two, I softly rubbed his cheek. He looked at me like he could see right through my soul so meek. He pulled away and took a sip, 'twas courage he did seek. I cupped his face within my hands, my eyes he could not meet. I bowed my head in hurt and shame to hide my humiliation. His love not I, oh no not I, his love was his libation. Will I ever learn to turn away, embrace my liberation. Will I ever know the pain he numbs with liquid medication. This man has cut me deep and clean, left me here to bleed. His weakness is his strength to me, it fills my heart with need. I am the one who cannot stop, his addiction I must feed. I fill his glass straight from the bottle, we dance, he lets me lead. |
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"Monday Wash" Monday wash, it's time again to wash away weekend sin. On Friday night I tried to woo him, with food and drinks we did begin. He ate the food and mixed the drinks, a little tonic, a lot of gin. With pasted smiles, we chose a song, to music we did spin. I asked him for a hug or two, I softly rubbed his cheek. He looked at me like he could see right through my soul so meek. He pulled away and took a sip, 'twas courage he did seek. I cupped his face within my hands, my eyes he could not meet. I bowed my head in hurt and shame to hide my humiliation. His love not I, oh no not I, his love was his libation. Will I ever learn to turn away, embrace my liberation. Will I ever know the pain he numbs with liquid medication. This man has cut me deep and clean, left me here to bleed. His weakness is his strength to me, it fills my heart with need. I am the one who cannot stop, his addiction I must feed. I fill his glass straight from the bottle, we dance, he lets me lead. The truth about codependency Ny...yes, it can be very painful.... |
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good wright honey......
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Mornin Tazz!! Thank you! ((( Tazz ))) |
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good wright honey...... Thanks Boonie!!! |
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Yep....It was a long time ago and I am all better now ....A learning experience..... I learned!...Sometimes that's the best you can do.... |
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Mornin Tazz!! Thank you! ((( Tazz ))) |
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an addicts first love is his choice of buzz
....very nice write hun |
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an addicts first love is his choice of buzz ....very nice write hun Thanks hot stuff...yep, I was #2 and it felt awful a lot of the time, then too much of the time, and then not at all.... |
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an addicts first love is his choice of buzz ....very nice write hun Thanks hot stuff...yep, I was #2 and it felt awful a lot of the time, then too much of the time, and then not at all.... |
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an addicts first love is his choice of buzz ....very nice write hun Thanks hot stuff...yep, I was #2 and it felt awful a lot of the time, then too much of the time, and then not at all.... |
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Great write Leigh. Sometimes it takes a lot of tries to finally shake free. My former addiction just emailed wanting to spend my 50th birthday with me. My answer was no and it felt good to know his contact had no effect on me. Hadn't talked to him at all for a year and a half.
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Yep....It was a long time ago and I am all better now ....A learning experience..... I learned!...Sometimes that's the best you can do.... |
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Great write Leigh. Sometimes it takes a lot of tries to finally shake free. My former addiction just emailed wanting to spend my 50th birthday with me. My answer was no and it felt good to know his contact had no effect on me. Hadn't talked to him at all for a year and a half. When I read you post, my tummy did a little butterfly thing...It is the same with me only years have passed...I finally (about 4 years ago) understood why they don't let go...It is because, even though they are not capable of giving love due to the effects of addiction, they are capable of feeling love and they know we loved them...My ex alcoholic is actually the one who explained this to me...To walk aways from someone you love is a very hard thing....but sometimes they give you no choice.. |
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Yep....It was a long time ago and I am all better now ....A learning experience..... I learned!...Sometimes that's the best you can do.... (((ManO))) |
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Great write Leigh. Sometimes it takes a lot of tries to finally shake free. My former addiction just emailed wanting to spend my 50th birthday with me. My answer was no and it felt good to know his contact had no effect on me. Hadn't talked to him at all for a year and a half. I forgot to say thank you!!...Also stay strong!! |
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