I called Debbie to tell her about the crazy weekend with Tom and Brad. She knew it was hard and scary. So she wanted me to go to Divorce Recovery.
A woman had dated her boy friend for nine years. Then they got married. They had a 2 year old. And now her husband is hooked on pot. The house they had bought, because of his drug use, went into foreclosure. One man’s married son got hooked on meth and broke up his 27 year marriage.
Though Divorce Recovery is wonderful. I don’t like to rehash it and see the sad faces and the memories of hearing their pain and hurt.
Debbie’s tiny apartment is so depressing. It smells really bad. She has to go up to two flights of stairs with groceries. I think yesterday was a stressful reminder, though divorce recovery is wonderful. I don’t like to rehash it and see the faces and the memories of hearing their pain and hurt.
I dont think I would have been able to be a psychiatrist. I would carry there issues too hard, too long, and not able to shake their pain.
I would rather donate money, or write articles, and I think I now realize why I have not gone back to Divorce Recovery.
Even thou, I like to be part of a group and like to feel like part of a family this one is to hard and painful.