Monday Memories #13 #FixThePlus

Continuing from last Memory Monday...

I was having a blast working on my boat then I became pregnant. Up until that morning, I was never sick. Well, I was now. I had woke up on one of our overnight trips ready to start cooking starting with the bacon and oh boy, my stomach rolled completely over causing me to run for the railing.

After that, I was fine working until the end of that summer then moved back home while I was pregnant. I was starting over again renting a studio apt. in Cathedral City, California.

My big thing was going over to Thrifty's where there was a small ice cream vendor with those big tubs of ice cream which I would have four different kinds of ice cream to make baby happy, at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I was becoming disenchanted with my husband, though. I was finding out he was what was called a Chronic Liar. He was shifty, lazy and a liar. That was the biggest thing, the lying. If you have someone like this in your life, best to get rid of them.

My mother was making one of her visits. This particular time let's see, I was around eight months. Mom comes in and despite my telling her that I was fine she went to the refrigerator to get some ice. That's about all there was besides a package of luncheon meat. Next thing I knew we were going grocery shopping with my mother muttering the whole time. It's kinda funny now.

After we made sandwiches she finally dropped some news on me. It was about my husband. She had seen him over at Jack-In-The-Box eating lunch with a co-worker. I was stunned not wanting to believe that. Of course, when he got home later he denied it all. I let it drop because no one really wants to think that the father of your baby would do such a thing.

That job he had was detailing cars which lasted about a week. He came home one day telling me he had a new job at J.C. Pennys as a stock person. I was over come with pride and happiness.  He was finally telling me the truth. Until my mother came over and my world was about to become shattered once again.

So mom comes over asking where my husband was? I told her at work of course. He had been leaving every day at the same time, coming home at the same time for around a week now. She didn't want to tell me but she did anyways, he wasn't working at  J.C. Pennys as a stock person. I didn't believe her and got really angry thinking my mom didn't like my husband and why was she picking on him for?

So she switched gears, said it was her mistake and that she had the best idea, how about she took me and Don out for lunch? I was excited and we went over to the Palm Springs Mall going into Pennys to where the layaway dept. was and asked for my husband. Needless to say, he wasn't there and when I showed the man a picture of him he remembered Don had gone in one day and that was it.

I blew a fuse. Mom brought me back home and I waited. When that door opened I was right there, drew back and slapped the crap out of him yelling and cussing how could you lie to me like that? He tried to get out of it but I called mom, she came back to get me where I stayed for a few days to cool off. When he came to see me I forgave him once again and left with him

Now as you have read a man doesn't have to hit you but messing with your mind is a whole lot crueler. Maybe I was extra sensitive to lying for I was very blunt and didn't lie as a rule. Not to mention I was trying to make the best out of a rebound situation...until next Memory Monday take care of yourself.

Chemical Imbalance Used To Rule My Life #FixThePlus

I have been watching and have been very into this show True Detectives that another blogger I met and have been communicating with recommended. He is super easy to talk to and if you would like to check him out click on this link http://yourmoviesinmind.blogspot.co.uk/

Needless to say, I had to slow myself down a bit so I can add to my blog instead of letting it slip away like I do some projects.

I went over to my kitchen sink for some reason; can't really remember why. I think to turn on the kitchen light. All morning the sun's been trying to come out and not doing a very good job of it!

Then I was facing a sinkful of dishes I had put off and decided to start washing. I got all the way to the silverware and a couple of pans; the top of the stove still needs to be washed; before my back started to tighten up which reminded me of the days I used to blame almost all my pain that I suffer with now on my past relationships.

Some of them are the direct aftermath of old injuries from past relationships.where in that world it was pretty much normal for an argument to escalate into physical violence. All this is going through my mind as I'm washing dishes as fast as I can before back pain sets in!

The world I'm in now there is no fighting, pushing or smacking. No name calling or jealously. No drinking no smoking. Before when I was in my 20's, 30's and even early 40's I thought that was so boring. And no one was going to tell me different.

For the 10 years I've been with my husband for we lived together first before we got married I have been bruise free. He had never ever laid a hand on me even though at first I would shy away if I thought he was which was all in my head.

What I'm doing is simply telling my story and hopefully save someone else from making choices that can put you in danger. I was that daredevil.

This post lets start from the top. By top I mean head and my brain. I had the best Doctor ever in Maine before I moved to Vermont. Years ago he discovered I had a chemical imbalance. Now I take two Zoloft a day to keep the anger away. Been taking my medication for years.

Evidently chemical imbalances seem to run through my family but just the women. Looking back I remember around twelve first my Grandma had to be institutionalized after my grandpa had left her. Then my mother same thing ending with my father leaving her as well.

Not a good batting average.My mother wouldn't take her meds saying they made her feel funny which back then these meds did exactly that!

So now I have my head together and believe me you don't want to see me off of them. I seem to grow porcupine quills and try and shoot them at everyone! I know this because I tried it thinking "I'm fine, I don't need Zoloft". The end result of that was calling up my job; quitting; being hired back with 2 weeks to get back on my meds again.

So if you feel you can't control certain emotional issues talk to your doctor. You may need a little extra help.

How do you deal with life' emotional battles?


100 Exquisite Adjectives by Mark Nichol

I love learning new words or being reintroduced to one. I ran across a list of them and will add a word a day.

Word#53 Loquacious: talkative

In a sentence: Being as loquacious as she was, I got the whole story.

As Promised, Marriages and Cemeterys

As promised I am going to tell you the story of a marriage in a cemetery. That would be MY marriage. I have always loved magic and the mystical, the supernatural and paranormal.All things that go "bump" in the night.

I also LOVE cemeteries. There is a cemetery in Sandford, Maine that I used to go to just to hang out. I would go through the pillars at the front entrance, over the bridge that was over a big pond with a stream going through the cemetery.

I would go to the back to collect plastic flowers and ribbons that were cleared out and ready to go to the dump. Take the stuff home, clean it up, and make vases. Of course, you get mixed reactions about said activities but I stuck to a cemetery is a resting place full of love. What's the problem?

In fact when I went to Boston, Mass. I went to the cemetery that has Paul Bunyon buried in it amongst settlers killed in Indian raids. The smallest of graves always make me a little sad.

Throw in my love for all things Halloween I decided I wanted to get married in a cemetery. Being the lucky woman that I am the man I fell in love with was all for it.

Since my kids live in Florida I gave up on the idea of having my son give me away and my daughter being my maid of honor. That made me sad for a long time until I folded sadness all up in a neat bundle and put it away deep in my mind.

My husband's family is from Vermont. They have had to deal with great tragedy with his sister passing away at the age of 10 years old and his father dying of cancer in his 40's. At the Passumsic Cemetary, they are buried next to each other.

I liked the idea of them being there in spirit and the cemetery itself is beautiful. It was a small wedding with his mother and step-father, half-sister and husband. After we had a bar-b-cue for our reception and we are "still" on our honeymoon.

Sheryl & Chuck

I'd love to hear if anyone else has had a non-traditional wedding and where?

Chuck's sister

Chuck's Dad