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10 years in MN (Part 4)

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DB got home on July 16, 2004. Once he was home, he got into business. I told him we have to file for bankruptcy asap before collection agencies garnish my wages. He agreed to my plan, and I called up several attorneys to check out their fees. I settled with a Mr. Radke to file for bankruptcy.

In the meantime, DB applied for unemployment. He was able to now because his severance had ended. It was nice to have the second income to help with bills. DB was also looking for jobs in the papers and applied to them left and right. In the end, he found a job in Bloomington right across the Mall of America. He started work in September. Was I glad and he was still sober.

At the same time we called up our former neighbor who is a realtor to put the house on the market. Putting the house on the market was a pain – cleaned the house almost everyday, pickup my clutter, got rid of stuff displaying on cabinets, and stuff on the counters. We had the house on the market in August and had quite number of showings but no sale. Damn. Our deadline for the foreclosure sale was coming up, January 15, 2005. We had to get the house sold before the deadline.

Finally, early December, the house was sold to a family of young kids. We also started looking for houses to rent. Can’t rent apartments because we have 2 big dogs. No townhomes either. We can’t buy another house because our credit history was down the drain, I mean it was really down. Can’t apply for any credit cards or loans. We saw a few homes for rent but they were in terrible condition. Finally, we saw an ad for a house to rent in Apple Valley. Yeah, called the landlord and saw the house. Rent was more expensive because the house was a newer house and situated right in the heart of conveniences. We moved in the day after Christmas of 2005.

Furthermore, in November of 2005, I started to cut down on my smoking since DB quit drinking….not a drop. I thought if he could do it the hard way, I would do it. Actually, he didn’t really do it the hard way. He was all doped up and could not remember a thing when he was in the hospital. What the heck, I cut my smoking down from 8 a day for a week, 3 for three days and then 1 a day for about a week and eventually I told myself I’m not relying on 1 a day anymore. That was it, I completely got rid of my cigis even the ones I have left in the freezer were given to my step-daughter. Smoke-free but then I had to go through the withdrawals. It was tough, you know, the usual dizziness, cough to get rid of the crud in me, tiredness, the urge to pick a pack when I’m at the gas station or grocery store, jittery and constantly wanna eat!!

The first week was the worst, however, the second week was pretty smooth sailing. I was munching on a lot of celery and apples, but still, I was eating like crazy. I could taste food that are sweet again, and had frozen yogurt with DB every night after our dinner. He eats frozen yogurt to curb his urge to drink. So, we were both on the road to recovery.

We settled in the new house pretty quickly. The boys were lost for a while, ultimately they knew that was their home. The new home was a little smaller, so we had all our unused stuff store in the basement 2nd bedroom. We knew we were going to live in that house for a year, why unpack all the stuff. We only unpacked what we needed.

I continued to run in pain but not everyday because I had bursitis on my Achilles tendon. That was horrible. My knees too were hurting. Had to rub “Jeng Kuat Shui” on them every night. DB said it smells like Bengay factory in the house. Whatever works. The doc told me to stop running and walk. Walking was a drag to me. Too damn slow and no kick to the adrenalin. I was itching for my knees to get well and the Achilles tendon to heal. It took forever, like 2 months. So, the pounds piled up. Could not fit into my size 0s and 1s anymore. Out to the store I went and bought new pants, shorts and sweaters. I detest seeing myself so full of meat. However, everyone told me I look so much better with meat on me. Urghhhhh!!!

Since I was the system administrator for the company’s recruiting system since 2004, my boss sent me to Stamford for a 2-day training for the new version of the recruiting system in May of 2005. My very first business trip out East. I always want to visit the headquarters. I stayed at the Westin and it was totally different from the Westin in S’pore. It was not what I expected. Service was super good, food was so-so, and the gym was definitely superb. I hit the gym the day I arrived since it was raining like crazy.

My next business trip was in July, 2005. This time I was in Boston, supposedly for 2-days for Business Objects training. Boston is a nice, antique city. I didn’t go anywhere because it was raining again. From the day I arrived till the day I left.

In 2006 I was also promoted to HR Coordinator, Compliance. Yeh, a raise and went up a level and a reorganization within the company and my department reported out to Stamford, CT, the headquarters. Boy, things changed because we were not reporting to the market group anymore.. That means no more employee bonus for us and my job responsibilities changed. My system administrator responsibilities were stripped off which I missed terribly. Oh well, at least I still get to use Business Objects and use the recruiting system for writing affirmative action plans purposes.

(To be continued….)

Jan 21, 2007

10 years in MN (Part 3)

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Also, in the same year, DB got laid off and that was where all hell broke loose. Could not remember how many times we were arguing. Here I am trying to get a degree and he was all depressed about losing his job. His drinking was already bad enough, but after being laid off, it went downhill. I swear to God, I wanted him dead. His only remedy to stay sane, according to him was booze. He was so boozed up, I gave up in trying to console him. My only way of staying sane was running and smoked like a chimney. I ate but didn’t have the appetite. Seeing DB feeling sorry for himself and was angry all the time, drove me up the frigging wall. Told his daughter it was no sense coming over to see her dad. She will be sick to the stomach.

Like it was not bad enough as money was already running low because DB could not apply for unemployment due to him on severance, Ranger had to go to doggie ER. That cost us a bomb $3K. DB took whatever savings he had, even his 401K to pay for medical bills. We could not give him back to his breeder. The bond was there between us.

I was still enrolled at UOP for my fall classes. DB was still drinking away. Whatever money that was left and credit card bills were piling. Asked him if mortgage bills were paid, he said yes. I was doing my class assignments, and DB would be drinking and watching DVDs and I would here thuds here and there everyday. Initially I was concerned, I would run out to see what happened, but after a while, I got sick of it. DB did it to himself from drinking. I didn’t give a rat’s ass. The only time I went out to see what the hell was going on was he felled on the coffee table and blood was gushing from his hand. He didn’t want to go to the ER, so I had to tend to him. Thought that would taught him a lesson, but hell no.

His drinking continued. He even called me at work to stop and get him booze. I thought I should not get him any, but if I didn’t, I would get a good a fight with him. So I did. He would past out all the time and was hardly eating. I would be out running with the boys and stopped over at our friend’s house, Dok and Dorothy, have couple of smokes and told them what the hell is wrong with DB.

On July 1, I went over to the friend’s house as she told me to, I told them that DB is getting worse day by day. Dok said he will stop over the next day to chew DB’s ass. I said “Please, do so.” When I got home, DB was already out to hell. Took my shower, did my Pilates and went to bed. In the morning, July 2 before I left for work, DB was up which was very unusual, told him Dok will be coming over in the afternoon. I left the house in a heart beat. Could not stand him no more.

I was happier at work, glad to be at work and hated the thought of going home to the brewery. At 1 pm got a call from DB’s cellphone and it Dorothy. Told me I better come home now. Told me that DB collapsed, laying on the floor and could not move. When I got home, I had to call paramedics; cops came and paramedics finally came without the siren on. His alcohol level was so high, he could have died. He was pickled good.

Took him to Fairview Ridges and he was in detox and was on heavy duty drugs to knock him out for his withdrawals. It was hell. The thoughts of leaving him came in again, but now he hit rock bottom, finally. I hung on – marriage vows, you know, for better or worse, till death do us part.

I went through the whole house – clean it and got rid of the brewery smell. Went through the bills that were all over the basement. It was bad. Statements from credit collection agencies, mortgage company, county Sheriff office for sale of foreclosure, you name it, we were in deep shit. Called my boss and asked him what I should do. He told me to call a bankruptcy attorney and file for one.

At the same time, I was back and forth the hospital and home settling utility bills before they cut them off. Search the entire house for booze bottles. Search the web for alcoholics’ co-dependency. Went for alcohol co-dependent meetings and work at the same time. Packed a bag and left it in my office for just in case thing. DB was discharged after 8 days in the hospital but had to go for his PT/OT rehab. He was admitted at the rehab after much persuasion. He spent 5 days at rehab.

The day he got home, he was a changed person. I repeated to him that if he drinks again, I will be out of the house as I’m not going through this crap again. I think it hit him too how much I had done for him when he was in the hospital and rehab. I could have left him at both places by himself.

Jan 21, 2007

 

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