So we had the glory of the birthday party, we now had the
wedding party to look forward to, I was a tad giddy with the thought of two
nights out in great company within a week (WTF) I had gotten over the hissy fit
and the wife’s comment, as I had vented my spleen over the incident, onwards is
my motto of the moment so hopefully she had taken the hint(NOT), work was as
always work but my get up and go had got up and fucked off, hopefully not too
many people had noticed, the only blimp on the horizon was the eldest planning
(or not planning in this instance) a weekend away with no thought for kids or
animals (let’s not get started) and I just knew that the wife and the Kraken
were going to huff and puff about it, deal with it and move on life’s too
short, however as always I’m getting ahead of
myself.
Work flowed slow like treacle but I went with it and hopefully
it kept my head away from any targets that were being shot at, I had a blood
test on Thursday and that went swimmingly with another appointment booked for
me to be told “you’re a fat twat” I shuffled back to work and chilled as I am trying to
learn, then somebody went and lied to me thinking that I didn’t already know
the truth and I gave them the opportunity to tell the truth…….they didn’t, so
they can reap what they sow, when the fruits of their deceit come to fruition later! Friday came and again I kept a low
profile even though there had been a serious incident on one of our sites,
thankfully my boss turned up and dealt with it (praise the lord) I let the day
play it course and rather than go home I had some eats at work then got ready
for what had the makings of a great night!
I didn’t want to have to rely on the plague carrier to get me
home and to stress the wife about arriving on time, so I got changed and
chillaxed at work reading while I waited,
I was in a glorious mood as I got in the car and off we went, that’s there the
night got kinky…….we got there on time , I know I was shocked and stunned as
anybody else was, we said our hello’s to the happy couple grabbed a seat and
again chilled talked to some peeps and generally went with the flow, the venue
was a tad awkward for drink as you had to go to the downstairs bar for any draught
drink and apart a little argument about different prices for the same drinks it
wasn’t really that much of an inconvenience.
G &E arrived and it was so great to see them as we hadn’t
seen them since before Christmas and with the current financial status it might
be Christmas before we see them again we soon devoured all of the gossip and
the world seemed to right itself again, good times with great peeps! Soon
everybody else was there and the conversation and although I was to the back of
it all, I didn’t mind (just the way I was seated I wasn’t being mysterious) as
it was just nice the way the night unfolded, soon the food was flowing and
instead of opting for the curry, I opted for the pie and mushy peas (MMMM) and
the world seemed to be ok, more great banter with good people, even the pink
panther was there (a personal joke that E has forced me to publish!) at this
point I needed the loo I was about to break the magical seal the night wouldn’t
be the same after this!
The toilets were rather quiet maybe people just didn’t know
that they were here, but I did my ablutions in near silence and as I walked
back into the hall I was met by a crescendo of cannon fire from incredibly loud
party poppers, then my world tilted and I just wanted to run away! I hadn’t
expected this, it was just one long wave after another, a full on barrage of
cannons firing from all sides, I tried to calm myself I even tried to join in,
but my cloud had arrived with reinforcements and my defences were down with all
the guards asleep on duty, I had possibly the worst panic attack of my life I wanted
to escape just get the hell out of dodge and runaway, thankfully the wife
noticed and steadied the ship just enough, I told her I needed to go, I bolted
for the exit (without any grace) unfortunately I didn’t (couldn’t) say
goodnight or say thank you for our gracious hosts or our friends, I was stopped
temporarily by a gaggle of girls heading down stairs and I didn’t want to get
amongst them in case I panicked and sent everybody flying!
The cold of the bridge between the buildings made me think,
trying to remember all of the solutions I had learnt from my therapy, but to no
avail, I couldn’t raise my defences the apaches were within the fort scalping
any living soul they could find, the wife turned up concerned and all I wanted
to do was to cry and scream then cry some more, we exited the building, all I could
see was the river and a possible exit from this misery, thankfully and finally
my exercises were starting to make sense, the alarm bells were sounding and reinforcements
were on the way, unfortunately too little too late! Wave after wave of
desolation hit me and nearly brought me to my knees, I was in tears and howling
like a madman, something I had never done in years never mind since my therapy,
I was pointed in the direction of our car but I couldn’t get in it, I wasn’t breathing,
my wife was now getting concerned, I didn’t have a clue I just hated myself my
life and just about everything in it! Finally I managed to gain entry and sit
and calm myself with the help of the wife, she had never seen me like this
before, and I could tell she was concerned, did she go and get help and risk
leaving me there by myself howling in the night, thankfully not, as soon as I could
control my breathing I sunk into a semi state of consciousness, repeatedly saying
sorry on what must been an incredibly long journey home to Gimpsville for the
wife, I walked zombie like into our house and fell into the settee, I don’t remember
much of the rest of the night I know I slept but thankfully I didn’t dream because
that would have been simply too much to bear!
I awoke on the Saturday like a new man drained of just about
everything but better for it, I felt like a boxer who had gone the distance,
thankfully though I wasn’t emotional, I felt distanced from the happenings of
the previous evening, although the rest of the day would again see me in a
zombie like state for some of the day repairing my defences and sleeping
(always the best medicine) by evening I was in a better state of mind, not 100%
but definitely better!
I think if that had happened before my therapy, I think I could
have actually done harm to myself, without thinking of any of the consequences,
that has been the worst attack in years, and my first one in over 10 months, my
own fault, I had let my defences down and wasn’t compos mentis when the
incident arrived, it wasn’t caused by alcohol (two pints) I now know how the Americans
felt on December 7th 1941 when the Japanese rolled into Pearl
Harbour kicking ass! I feel a strange sense of detachment towards it now and I feel
ashamed that I allowed it to happen, this isn’t over the battle was nearly lost
and I can only say thank you to my wife who got me through it. I now have to
shake myself out of this apathy and realise if given the chance, my black cloud
will come storming over my defences at each and every chance it will get. Lesson
learned I don’t intend to let that happen again!
I feel a lot stronger today whereas before therapy something
like that would have stayed with me for weeks, to anybody who was there and
concerned for me (if you spotted the incident) I am so much better and stronger
because of it, I will not be beaten and I will never surrender all I can do now
is put my best forward and say thanks for everybody’s support!
I’m sorry the night ended the way that it did and yet again
the wife has to suffer the consequences, I will at some point make amends,
today well today I’m here alone listening to the rain attack the outside of the
house as the wife heads off to her place of work, I will finish this then post
and intend to spend the rest of the day with music and reading………..go figure!
I know I’m not cured and I know that I can only take one day
at a time that’s one lesson that I have learned from this, I take this opportunity
to wish the happy couple lots of love and happiness, you really did make a sad
old man believe in in happiness! So until the next time Toodles!
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