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Homeless...When we got back to MO we still were broke and no place to go. I spent the night on a street corner on a bench being ate alive by mosquitoes. I was left alone. I finally decided to walk to my uncles house and see if he was home and if I could come in for a bit. I got there about 3 in the morning and he was not answering his door. I spent the rest of the night on his porch. When he awoke that morning I knocked on the door and he let me in. I got a drink and was allowed to use the restroom. I don''t know how long I stayed there but not long because I had to be back at the corner to await my husband. When I finally seen my husband we walked to a friends and got a day and a couple nights there. While staying there my husband found us a travel trailer behind a bar in town to stay in. Convenient for him, eh? Though broke it is amazing how a drunk can still get drunk. I didn''t drink at this time, I was afraid to not be aware of what was going on around me at all times. At this time I was on Elavil for depression. I was in the trailer one day and had a glass of kool-aid and my full bottle of pills sitting on a small bar by the bed. I was getting ready to take my daily dose. I here this loud bang on the side of the trailer and it is my husband come home very intoxicated. He was beating the side of the trailer in. I was scared. He seen me and came running at me. I ran back in and back toward the bed. He attacked me. He said he was going to kill me. He had me on the bed a one point and had his forearm in my throat cutting off the air. I don''t know what made him back up off of me at that point but in the minute it took for him to back off I decided not to give him the pleasure of doing it, I would do it myself. I reached up grabbed the pill bottle and put them in my mouth, grabbed the kool-aid and swallowed. That made him come at me again. He beat my face and my body. I looked at the clock, funny memory at a time like that, but I looked at the clock and it said 4 p.m.. Maybe I was thinking that the pills should be kicking in. He stopped beating me and left. I layed there and at some point I passed out. The next thing I remember is someone cutting my shirt off. The next someone trying to get me out of the trailer. The next thing being put into the ambulance and Ace wanting to go with and them telling him no. I don''t remember anything else but a few moments for the next 2 days. The doctor said that they had not seen anyone who laid 5 hours with as much elavil that I had taken survive it. I was in ICCU for 3 days and then moved to the psych ward. I spent 2 days in the psych ward before signing myself out AMA to go with Ace. So I leave like an idiot and we are once again on the streets.
Later. Blog on and God bless.
March 23, 2005 10:21 PM |
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