Aug 212010
 

I am going to jump ahead in my story and tell you about husband moron (thanks Suzie Q) #2 ….


For blogging purposes I will just call him #2.


I moved to Los Angeles in 1991… September to be exact. I was living with my drummer friend and working on healing myself. Life was going along pretty good, I was getting better… gaining some perspective on me and who I am … learning about other people… learning that I am worthy, smart, beautiful in my own ways….


Back then, there was no Internet as we know it now…. Of course we could get “on-line” but it was only through local BBSs – bulletin board systems. Does anyone remember those? They were like a bunch of little internets… all spread out but not connected to one another. The one I belonged to was called KBBS… it was pretty cool. No graphics back then, no HTML… it was all DOS based green screen stuff. File transfers were all FTP… crazy to think how much things have changed!


Ok, back to the story… I was on this BBS and meeting up with some really amazing people. We had coffee nights on Wednesdays… we would all get together at a coffee shop and hang out…get to know each other in real life… I made some great friends. No one really used their actual names…we had “handles” … and my best friend’s handle was Samantha… Sammy for short. She was so cool! We had so much in common. And we spent so much time together!


I had known Sammy for about 1 1/2 years… she had a nice family… I had been to visit her mom… we went on trips together and had a great time. She had  a sister and a brother… never met the sister, she lived out of state. Her brother was in prison.. yep, the big house. And he was getting out soon. The family had all told me what a nice guy he was… just made some mistakes, bad choices, wrong friends…I know you’ve heard all that – we all have. But surely the stereotypes didn’t apply to him. Surely it was all true in this particular case. So he gets out…


Enter #2… he was so charismatic, cute, boyish, smart… .and very attentive. And he was down on his luck in a big way… he was a drug addict – methamphetamine being his drug of choice. Crank, speed, crystal… call it what you like. He loved the junk. And he had to have it…. I think when he got out of prison he stayed clean for about a month or so…


I don’t know what you all know about meth addicts but it is an incredible ride… living with one I mean. For the most part, he was alright as long as he was high. But when he ran out of dope, well, it weren’t so pretty…


But that’s another story for another time…


I wanted to tell you about some funny shit stuff this time…


I used to go to bed at night. #2 did not. He and his friends would stay up “tweaking” all night… tinkering, taking things apart, putting them back together, drawing, fidgeting, looking at electronics, playing video games… I always went to bed, shut the door and left them to it. You see, I had a job… a real job.


When I would wake in the mornings, I never knew what would be waiting for me… and one time in particular, it was pretty over the top…


#2 had built a paint booth in our kitchen! He had taken hefty trash bags and taped them around the vent hood above the stove. Then he took cardboard and cut it, folded it, and positioned it to make up the walls of the booth… and he painted. Everything. Everything he could take apart and fit into his paint booth. He really enjoyed splatter paint… my own little Jackson Pollack.


The telephone (princess style), the lamp shades, the coffee table, the television housing (took the guts and screen out, painted the housing), my dishes, my pots & pans, our toothbrushes, you name it….he painted it… Everything was 80’s style splatter painted in various hues of lime green, hot pink, yellow, and orange…


I was livid… beyond angry!!!!


But at least he didn’t make a mess or smell up the apartment… and he didn’t go to jail….


There will be more stories about #2, but I figured I would start with some of the funny stuff and work up to the not so funny stuff….


Until next time…

Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  3 Responses to “my artistic ex-husband”

  1. Hey Sherri – That was interesting to read. I had a #2. I had to leave…and leave fast because we had a toddler. I bless the day I made that decision. I definitely will not say I was always the innocent one, probably the other reason reason I knew I had to get out of the relationship. Hope everything is good with you now.

    Kini – http://www.thatnewslady.com

    • Ah it’s so much better Kini. I didn’t stay married to him for real long… couple of years. Once I figured out he wasn’t able to stay clean after many chances to get clean… well, I just reached a point of not being able to live that lifestyle. I know that there were times that I was not always innocent as well. Hard to live around it and be removed from it… and I’m very lucky I got out with no big problems to deal with…

  2. Wow! I can’t wait to read more!

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