So this is the end.

Monday

Taryn Watkins

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  16 January

  Justin Jones

  • Hi Taryn...I hope it doesn't weird you out by me messaging you on here I was hoping we might be able to chat sometime and hopefully get to know each other a bit and also I know your having your bday soon and was wondering if there was anything particular that you want? Hope to hear from you soon!!!:)
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  16 January

  Taryn Watkins

  • Hi!:)Actually there's nothing in piticular tht I want for my birthday. But its nice hearing from you
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  16 January

  Justin Jones

  • Its really great hearing from you too!!:) I'm so sorry it's taken so long!! How are you?
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  16 January

  Taryn Watkins

  • Its fine. But I'm doing fine. How are.you?
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  16 January

  Justin Jones

  • I'm doing great!! Thanks for asking!..so if you don't give me any ideas on what I can maybe get you for your bday is money cool!! I know it's not very sentimental but you would probably prefer to spend it on what you want anyways right!!:)

16 January

Taryn Watkins

• Money is good.:)
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  16 January

  Justin Jones

  • Lol yea money is always good!!:) Ok then! So how is school and everything going? Did you have the day off for Martin Luther king jr day? What grade are you in now?
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  16 January

  Taryn Watkins

  • Lol yep! School well I don't like some ppl at school but I play basketball and I'm in 6th grade and yes I was of for Martin Luther king Jr day I juss kinda chilled today
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  16 January

  Justin Jones

  • Chillin is always good though!!.. Boring sometimes but I love just chillin!! Basketball that's cool!!! Have you gotten to to any OKC thunder games yet?
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  16 January

  Taryn Watkins

  • yes it is and like a couple years ago i went to an okc game it was awesome
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  16 January

  Justin Jones

  • Yea they are tons of fun!!...
    I try to go whenever I get a chance.. Maybe one of these days we can go if you want:) so do you like school other than the people you don't like there?!?lol
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  16 January

  Taryn Watkins

  • that would be cool. and school is pretty good i love my teacher

16 January

Justin Jones

• Yea we'll do that sometime!!:) that's great that you like your teacher!!...well I know your mom had told you that I will becoming thru Duncan around the 26th of this month and I would love if maybe we could go and eat or something I would really love to meet you but I totally understand if you might want to wait!!:)

16 January

Taryn Watkins

• yeah that would be coool to go eat or somthing:)

16 January

Justin Jones

• Great well I'm looking forward to it!!:):) well I'm not real sure have a bed time or anything and I know you have to go to school tomorrow so I won't keep you up but it was really great talking with you and I hope we can keep it up!!

16 January

Taryn Watkins

• good talkin to you too!:) bye!:)

16 January

Justin Jones

• Bye taryn I'll talk to soon!!

16 January

Taryn Watkins

• ok. bye!

17 January

Justin Jones

• Just wanted to stop by and say hi:) hope you had a great day today:)

18 January

Taryn Watkins

• Thank you
  

  18 January

  Justin Jones

  • So sorry your not feeling good on your bday hopefully it's not to awful for you and you'll start feeling berthed soon!!:) I was going to send your gift but thought I might hopefully see you before it would get there hope that's ok
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  18 January

  Taryn Watkins

  • Thats fine thank you
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  18 January

  Justin Jones

  • Your welcome
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  19 January

  Justin Jones

  • Hope your feeling better Taryn!!:) and hope you had a great day today!! Did you have a good bday?
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  19 January

  Taryn Watkins

  • Thanks and yes

 

Monday

Taryn Watkins

• R.I.P ILL MISS YOU SORRY WE NEVER REALLY GOT TO KNOW EACHOTHER

So, this is the last days before Taryn's biological dad passed away.  She didn't know him well.  Met him once about 5 years ago, of course he saw her a few times when she was a baby.  She always wondered about him and always wanted to know him.  She was finally getting the opportunity to do so.  This whole situation just breaks my heart. 

The very early morning of Jan 22nd, Justin regretfully, got into a vehicle whose driver was drunk.  He had also been drinking.  I am sure there was a conversation about who was better off driving, because Justin became the passenger in his own vehicle.  The driver collided head on into another vehicle on an interstate in Texas.  The passenger in the other vehicle was okay, the driver suffered a broken leg, and it took paramedics almost two hours to cut Justin out of the passenger side of the vehicle.  When Justin was taken to the nearest emergency room, he was already dead.  They took him in to put him on the vent to save his organs because he was an organ donor, and they needed to wait for his next of kin to arrive from Arkansas to make all of the final decisions.  When his Mother arrived at his bedside, the line had already been drawn.  Justin had already made the decision.   Braindead.  No activity.  He got in the car with someone who was drunk.  They waited to pull the plug because he was an organ donor, and they had to wait for the harvest team to arrive to prepare his organs  to be harvested and donated.  Which is a beautiful thing. 

 

I can't understand this or make sense of it, I can only imagine that Taryn is confused and struggling as well.    How can someone just show up one week, and be gone the next?  How can a dream come true, and then be ripped out of a little girls hands?  Why? 

I made it through today.  Woke up to a text message from his mother that stated something along the lines of my anger, and his addiction.  Both are unacceptable, take care of the kids.  Blah blah blah.  I know that is her son, but do not give me advice when you have heard only one side of the story.....his side.  The side that is protecting his addiction6, the side that is minimizing reality....I cannot even begin to think what he is saying about me to his Mother in order to make himself look like he has no part in the whole equation. 

Today I googled Al-Anon meetings in Duncan.  There are none.  So I googled online Al-Anon meetings and there are several.  I think I am going to try to participate in some of those.  I am also going to make it a habit to go to The Simmons Center and do something rewarding for myself.  I am tired of my focus constantly being on this insanity.  I am as sick as he is, with his sickness.  I have to start taking some action that helps me to stay out of fear, and into faith.  His journey does not have to be mine.  I told myself today that I will no longer ask questions that I don't want the answer to, or that I already know the answer to.  I also told him that I didn't want to hear about his pill usage or his efforts in getting more.  If I see him in withdrawal, I will not help him unless I feel like medical attention is needed.  I just can't do it anymore. 

He has been passed out on the couch since 4pm.  There is a part of me that wants to wake him up and ask what he has taken, there is another part of me that is heartbroken that this is how my marriage is, and then there is a part of me that thinks....it doesn't matter anymore.  I have lost a lot of love and respect over the last year.   It's not that I don't love him, I just don't trust him anymore.  He tells me things I want to hear, and then before I know it, we are right back to where we started.  So I don't believe him anymore. 

Thank you for reading and responding, Amy.  It means a lot to me to hear your words of encouragement.  I have a feeling that the emotional rollercoaster has only just begun.  We'll see.

Why do I feel like this

I'm in a funk.  In a bad funk.  Pill addiction has emerged since I last blogged.  Not me.  Him.  I am very resentful.  I am hurt.  I am pissed the EFF off.  I want to run.  I want to hide.  I want to leave.  But, I can't.  I can't leave.  I can't run...and I can't hide.  Addiction is cunning, baffling, and powerful.  To anyone that hasn't dealt with it first hand....it will have you dumbfounded every single day.  If you have ever lived with an addict....you know the frustration and intense emotions involved with what happens.  I am here to tell you....it's unreal.  I thought I would leave.  I thought.  I can't.  I know that right now I am here, with him, living in his sickness.  I am here, with him, living in his chaos.  And I know it is my choice.  So you ask....why am I whining about it if you choose this?  I don't have an answer for that.  I am hurting, and contrary to my choices.....I do not like pain.  Especially emotional pain.  I appear rough around the edges...guarded, ready to fight if I have to.  Truth is, I am a worm.  A weakling.  I am not a badass.  In fact, I am the complete opposite.  This is such a lonely place to be.  I wish I had the magic words ....or actions to just make it stop.  But he doesn't want to stop.  He isn't ready, or willing.  2 weeks ago, I had to call the ambulance to come get him, because he took "too many".....Hospital takes him in, and he complains of his "backpain"...guess what....they bought it.  Right before he was released they gave him 2 doses of morphine intravaneously.  REALLY?  I thought I was going to flip my freaking lid.  Nobody knows about what is really going on.  He has prescriptions for it all.