This is a continuation of the journal that I kept while I was involuntarily held in a mental hospital on a 302 and later a 303. If you’d like to read the first part of the journey to get the hell out of the hospital, check out part 1, located here.
The dayshift nurses are a bunch of Bolsheviks. In my patient rights it specifically states that I am able to conduct my affairs while I’m in here. All of my business is on my phone, which I’m not allowed to have — looks like I’m never ever getting out, all thanks to my darling of a husband, isn’t he sweet? 302ing me so that I missed the following:
- My son’s graduation
- Both kids last day of school
- Our wedding anniversary
- Father’s Day
Lovely man which comes from an equally lovely family. And when I say lovely I mean DICKHOLES.
I pae these hallways so much that I may have kittens (or at least that’s likely what the nurses think).
He’s royally fucking up my life and we need to go our separate ways. I’m over the bullshit and drama with his family. OVER IT.
I called my atty again.
LETTUCE PREY (pun intended) for a miracle or some divine intervention from above.
I think I scared away poor (REDACTED NAME) away. I suck, blah, whatever. I’m a shit person who doesn’t deserve anything good apparently. I hope he doesn’t hate me.
Time moves so slow in this place it’s like 1 year is 1 day. Thank god my mother brought me a watch. Now if I could just get my glasses I’ll be able to read up close.
I really hope some of my friends come today. 5 days of Mom is too much.
Signing off for now,
I wonder if someday I will be telling my grandchildren about the great tornado of 2018 like how my grandparents told me about hurricane agnes’ flood. I really hope to have grandchildren some day. It’s nice to find an audience that’s captive which is why I find blogging so therapeutic…
Maybe one day they’ll read about my entire journey and document it for history books. Haha, yeah right, but at least it’s an accurate representation of my life until now.
<plans about leaving hospital>
Plan A Modified
Look for Apt, TGIFridays
Plan B Modified
Take Uber to Swa Va, get car and possessions civilly – head to Saxonburg, move possessions by August 1 back to Blakeslee while apartment searching, get security deposit back $660 and use for new deposit. Look in HUGHESVILLE. Dad and I will get stuff from Saxonburg.
STUFF I HAVE IN SAXONBURG:
- Drawer Set
- Some clothes, toiletries, shoes
- Some food (toss)
- Bookshelf w/ books
- 3 lamps
- Love Seat
- TV Stand (trash)
- Coffee Maker
- DVD Player
- Door Mats
- Foreman Grill
- Bakers Rack
- End Tables
- Coffee table
*Make a weird PA bucket list*
Blog post idea: Hryvniak Again, origin, blah blah blah currency, family I found through Facebook
WOW upside down is MOM.
When he’s around my whole body can feel it. It’s hard to explain. I just can sense his presence. It’s exciting. It gives me goosebumps and chills all at once. I am falling fast and it’s scary. Exciting scary.
It looks like I’m here for another day or two then I will activate either Plan A or Plan B depending on the circumstance.
Bottom line, this will be a clean break. It has to be for the kids sake and for my sanity. Successful families grow together and not apart. I’ve grown a lot since meeting him at age 19. He has not. He’s stubborn and refuses to grow and accept that I’ve grown as a person. He talks at me rather than to me – if that at all makes sense. I need a partner, someone who will listen as well as communicates.
Look, I know I’m no angel, but I deserve to be treated better. That much, I know.
For years, I’ve referred to our marriage as oil and water (or is it oil and vinegar?) Either way – we don’t mix well together. These last two months back home have been awful with him. It’s like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
Putting the 302 on me was the lowest of the low things he could do. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He behaves just like his assinine family. I guess this is what you’d call the perverbial straw on the camel’s back. I’M DONE WITH HIS SHIT!
Here’s to new beginnings. Change to me is terrifying, but necessary for growth.
So let it be written…
So let it be done…
Signing off for now,
-Michelle “HAITCH” Dee
Visitors to Date: Harold, Mom, Dee, Dad, Cheri, Heather
Sun. 6/17/18 3am
Still stuck in “the pen” without a pen. It’s Father’s Day and I hope R— enjoys spending it alone with his two children. I’m about 9/10 that he will get nothing from either of them. They won’t remember and if/when they do it will be too late, he’ll already be pissed.
I am awake and ready to conquer the day.
It’s times like these I’m reminded of that Rob Thomas/Matchbox 20 song “3AM”
“It’s three am, I must be lonely”
My friend Matt told me that Rob Thomas wrote this song about his sick mother. My kids are probably thinking the same thing about me. I don’t want to scare them unecessarily.
“Yeah everything is fine, honey, your Daddy put Mommy in a psych ward.”
I wouldn’t imagine that would go over well especially since both of them saw my stomach staples (not on purpose). Someday I will let them know the whole story, maybe even let them read this book.
When Cheri visited yesterday, she brought me a new book in case I fill this one. She’s so nice. I want to send her a thank you card. I’ll have to wait until the phones open up again to call and get it.
I can’t wait for NAME REDACTED to wake up. Miss him. My partner in crime.
FIGURATIVELY NOT LITERALLY
It’s so sad when you have to make that statement every time you make a sick joke in here. I’m sarcastic and love dark comedy a lot, so I say that about 3 bazillion times a day.
My suture area is super duper itchy. I’m trying desperately not to scratch it, but GAHHHHH!
I’ll quietly watch the news on 16 at 5am and think about the fun times we had at the station over the years. I miss that place a lot.
PS – I miss my hummingbird and robin families.
Bienvenidos a mi vida loca! Ole!
Weird questions I have —
- How do you throw away a garbage can?
- Why am I here?
- Does the butterfly theory exist?
- Could I start a successful vlog?
- Who cares why the chicken crossed the road?
- Can you pickle pickles?
- How deep is your love?
- I wonder how many divorces there are in Virginia (the state for lovers).
Weather for Father’s Day
Hazy, Hot, Humid, Sun and a possible storm later on.
List of Noreenisms (yes, I even miss Noreen today!):
- It is a good morning, Andy!
- Hi Andy, good morning everyone.
- Water your elderly (kidding, she never said this)
- I’m sorry, Honey
- Shades of Gray
- Milky White Appearance
- Peeks and Breaks
- Today Offers…..(Happiness, hopefully)
I CAN’T COMPLAIN, BUT I STILL DO! – MAHD
Remind me to tell Colleen about the Iron Pigs Sandlot Movie Tribute. Sun, July 1st in Allentown!
Fiat situation: What to do? Keep? Sell?
Don’t forget Macklemore tickets! Something to look forward to – July 21 in Hershey!
Check on Uhaul costs and return policy
6/17 (no time listed)
I miss my podcasts as well. Damnit.
- Jenna & Julien
- Babysitters Club Club
- Crime One (I forget the name)
I also miss my fave YouTubers.
- Pburgh Dad
- Pressure Luck
- Cooking w/ Jack
- Noreen’s Kitchen
- Freaking Reviews
- Binging with Babish
- Chef John
- Zach Morris is Trash
- Carin’s Corner
LOL – the power blipped here and now the Circus Electric traffic camera channels all say “NO VCR” – LOLOLOLOLOL. What the ever loving hell?
For Mother’s Day, I got a dildo from R—. For Father’s Day, I got put in a psych ward. LOVELY!
*label from bottle of Nestle Pure Life water*
Purified water…from Allentown public water…..OK THEN?
More blog post ideas: Words my husband doesn’t know, aunt’s house dream Thunder by Imagine Dragons was in the basement, I can name that tune in 5 notes.