If You Aren’t A Whore Then When Else Would You Call It???

by Monique on March 19, 2008


So, I was having a little chat with the ex and he decided that in order to prove to me how changed he was he would share some stuff with me.

He told me things about his marriage.

He told me things about his children.

He told me things about life after us.

And then he told me he had had sex with about 500 women.

Yes… that’s five hundred. As in one, two, three, four, five.

Five hundred.

And he was serious.

I was shocked… and I called him a whore to which he said, “I’m not a whore, nor was I ever one in the past.”

Hmmm, ok. Maybe I am missing something, but 500 women is a lot right?

Edited to Add - He comes up with this number because he figures over the course of 10 years he slept with a different girl at least every 2 weeks, especially during the time he was in the Air Force.

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Hic… Pass Me More Champagne Please

by Monique on March 19, 2008


I am not a drinker and I have never done drugs. The worst I’ve done was sit in the room while a boyfriend smoked a joint and I swear I was doing my best to hold my breath.

When I was younger, my mother was quit candid with me about drugs and alcohol. I saw the addicts on the street corners in the city and knew I never wanted to be like that. I watched family members smoke away dreams and goals. I watched friends and family die horrible deaths due to substance abuse. So, I never touched the stuff…

Ok that’s a lie.

Many moons ago, I was at a party with some friends. We were having a very nice basement party. My friends were boozing it up and I was  sitting around being an angel. A friend of mine asked me if I wanted a drink and I said no thanks. She asked a few more times insisting it wasn’t too bad and that I would enjoy it. I caved and took a sip, and then another, and then another.

It was something called Cisco I believe, and tasted like delicious kool-aid. I can’t tell you how much I drank, but I was slamming that shit. Yummmy. My friends cautioned me to slow down, but I didn’t listen.

I woke up the next day, face down on the floor with the worst damn headache ever and vowed to be done with the hooch forever and ever.

About five years later, I won a $75 certificate to Olive Garden so I took a friend of mine for a casual night out. The plan was for me to use a part of the certificate and save some for another day. To my surprise, they told me I had to use it all up on that day or void it forever. I am not sure what I was thinking but I was determined to use all $75 worth, and the only way to do that with two people was to spend it on liquor.

And so I did… on a very empty stomach. They had these cheap mini bottles of champagne that I chugged as if I were at a frat party. It was horrific.

I will tell you it wasn’t a pretty night. And that I never returned to that Olive Garden again. The little that I do recall involved me dancing on a chair, singing along to their elevator music and attempting to slay people with a breadstick. The staff was very kind and laughed at me a lot which was really nice when I was wasted. As I filled my body with food, and reality began to set in I was mortified.

Since then I have stuck to having my 1-2 drinks when I’m out. The recurring memories of my drunkeness have kept me pretty sober and I like that! I never ever want to feel that stupid again.

Last night I watched A&E’s Intervention. The focus was on this alcoholic who was in absolute denial. He insisted he had no problem, that at best he had 2 glasses of alcohol a day, and that he didn’t even do it every day. His liver was in complete failure and he looked like he was on his death bed. In the end he went for treatment, and stayed for the 30 days but was asked to leave due to his refusal to admit he had a problem.  I think he was on of the worst cases I have ever seen. He was the real life version of Leaving Las Vegas and it was so very sad.

The closing update informed us that he passed away.

I don’t understand addiction. I honest to God do not get it. I want… no, I need someone to explain it to me. I’m not trying to be funny, I just want to understand what drives someone to keep taking that drink… or even the first step to trying crack or worse. I hate how I feel after I even take Nyquil. I can’t stand prescription drugs because I can’t stand not being in control of myself.

So what exactly makes drugs and alcohol appealing?

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You.. Yeah, You.

by Monique on March 19, 2008


Once again, the weather here is absolutely screwed up. Last week it was snowing, today we are completely flooded out due to excessive rain over the past 24 hours. And all this when we were finally drying out and the girls could stop going “poo-poo-pee-pee out the window“. Hell, I can’t tell if it’s summer, spring, or still winter. Everything maybe bigger and better in Texas, but the damn weather is definitely stupider. Anyone living somewhere where the weather is nice?

Anyway, I have made some changes to the site. Small, small changes most won’t be able to tell but it took me all day and that has me sporting a supersized attitude. I swear one of these days my day off will be spent doing absolutely nothing but sipping on some Pepsi and eating and entire case of 100 Grands’ from Sam’s Club.

In anticipation of the end of my free ad space contest, I changed the sidebar’s around to allow for more space. I also made it so I can reply to comments IN the comments and everyone will know exactly where my response is. I got a comment highlight plugin along with a few others. My final touch will be adding a section for recent comments… but that has to wait until tomorrow.

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