Substitutes ways to take the edge off, man do I know about those. I use to drink way too much. It was my way of coping with horrific life. I had a bad marriage and I just felt I had no control. I can tell you that is not the way to go. It just makes it worse. Because, for one thing, a drunk mind speaks a sober tongue. If you’ve never heard that before and don’t know what it means, well it means when you are drunk you have the courage and the don’t give a shit attitude that allows you to say and do things you would show some restraint if you were sober. Sometimes you think things when you sober you would never say to a person because it would hurt them, you might get your ass kicked, lose your job, you know things like that. When you drunk you don’t care about any of the consequences your actions will have. So, drinking makes your life far more hellish than whatever other problems we are trying to escape.
Man this none verbal communication thing. I’m going to be honest, I never paid this that much attention until now. I’m telling you, watching people is serious. It tells you so much. I’m realizing I can tell a lot about people just watching them for a few minutes. I do think we all need to hear shit to much. Everything about a relationship should be clear. My first wife didn’t love my ass. She loved my money, but she didn’t love me. Everything she did screamed she didn’t love me. But I waddled in that marriage, waiting for her to verbally confirm what everything around me screamed was the reality. I just kept telling myself, she never said she didn’t love me. Man was I stupid. LOL. What makes it so bad, was when she finally did say it, in so many words, never directly, I just nodded, then I had the nerve to be hurt. Michael said, “It’s not like she showed you love bro”, and I said. “Yeah…I knew she didn’t love me”. So se confirmed it. Then Michael said. “You don’t love her either”, and I pulled it together and said, “I can’t stand that bitch!” That felt good to say and I was sober this time. I felt free and my desire to drink left me. I told her “Give me my damn kids and you go straight to hell!” Those were my exact words. I took what was mine and I bounced.
Now my wife my real wife, I love the hell out of my wife and I know she loves me. I said I would never marry again but she said, “but baby,” and I said “I lied, let’s do this,” and here we are happy. Everybody is doing better, even the ex. I think, I don’t care.
I have started the fine-tuning thing and it’s fun. It is surprising what it will tell you about people around you.