I TRIED REALLY HARD NOT TO CRY

Gary V says that every bit of your content should add value. I agree, but….here’s the but…..sometimes my content is just random thoughts….like right now— I mean, it’s a blog.i watched a movie tonight called “Puncture”. I was a bit concerned because it said “Lawyer battles his own inner demons”…..that attorney was a drug addict. That attorney died at the end…..I knew he would. He was shooting up heroin; doing coke; pills; drinking…..it was hard to watch him, but it was a good movie— good acting and well directed. Seeing him lie there, dead….dead on his bed…..did not feel good. That’s where my son’s dad was found dead— dead in his bed. He lying there dead for almost 2 days before

IF YOU PICK UP THE PEANUT BUTTER, YOU’LL HAVE TO MAKE EYE CONTACT

When I lived in Atlanta, I would ride Marta to work. I worked downtown in a gorgeous building that overlooked Centennial Park— it was beautiful….so peaceful. Now, if you’ve never ridden Marta, it’s like Chicago’s L, but a smaller transit system— it’s a Subway. This was 14 years ago, so Marta (hopefully) has grown. Anyways, I’ve had my fair share of strange encounters with Marta’s finest, but this one dude sticks out in my head from all the rest. Here’s the story….

WHAT MADE ME DECIDE TO GET SOBER?

I was just asked this question by a Sobermomlife follower a couple days ago, so I wanted to share my answer with you. I decided to get sober because my soul felt like it was dying. Emotionally, mentally and spiritually I was dying. Physically, my body was literally beat up.....after a fucked up night of drinking, I’d usually wake up with

I CALLED 911 TONIGHT

Check out how I’m spending my Friday night!! 😮😮😮

😮 I called 911 on these drunk (and/or high) fuckers tonight. They crashed into the curb on the road in front of my home— they hopped the curb, took flight and blew out their front passenger tire.

We get a TON of drunks taking this sharp turn WAY too fast— this is not the first vehicle to wreck here.

Their vehicle was dangerously broken down right in the middle of the road— their vehicle could easily cause ANOTHER wreck sitting there like that!

⭐️ RESULTS SO FAR:

✅ Police Officers 👮‍♀️ arrived on

STOP ASKING WHY

You drank because you’re an alcoholic. That’s what we do. Who fucking cares the reason. Just fucking do it. Just fucking GET SOBER.

The more time we spend pondering WHY we drank (or WHY we are still drinking), the closer we are to fucking death. Period.

Look, you can go into depth about the whys and whatnot later....you do that in stepwork, but for now, just don’t fucking think.

That’s where we get ourselves into trouble— we think too fucking much.

BEYOND PISSED

I’m BEYOND pissed right now. I don’t care how long “we’ve been friends” or……more than friends, don’t fucking disrespect me and video call me when you’re drunk. He’s an active alcoholic right now. Fuck him. I’ve been through enough fucking shit with my son’s father……from him dying from his addiction and all the fucked up bullshit I went through with him when he was alive. FUCK THAT and the Goddamn horse you rode in on. And he didn’t even know my son’s name!!! REALLY???? You want to be