Hey, to all of you Friends, I am a Master Plumber. It's all about "Venting". (Sorry, inside joke).

But hey, I caught my soon to be ex wife, (My 2nd) using my Zanaflex medication, to keep her asleep, all day and night. Soon, I realized (after I locked the scripts up) that she was having them REFILLED, and picking them up herself! (for me supposedly)! (She claimed depression, and didn't hafto work, but, would never finalize the claim, because I had her insured for life, and disability).
You can never be TOO CAREFUL with your meds! EVER!

I caught her giving my Methadone, to her 9 y.o. daughter for "Menstrual cramps"! (ever think of an aspirin?)
And then, (This is gonna get gross, look away, taking my Methadone, as it's crushable, like an aspirin, and wetting it, rubbing it on).
Her Hemorrhoids!

THAT, I had to catch, and see for myself! Now, she's a petite, pretty woman. I can't say that I married a "Pig".
But, she sure as heck behaves like one!

Worst thing is, in court, in front of a "master", she accuses me of using "Methadone" and alcohol. Therefore, being abusive.

Did I ever mention the time she ran me down with my own car? She told her children and mine, that she'd KILL ME> with one hand tied behind her back, because I'm a *uss*! Thank GOD! That as my attorney taught me, when she starts, hands in pockets, and back away!.
She woke me up with this one. I needed my Camera, out of my car, for this particular trip.

I put down a trail of plastic milk crates, on a gravel road, to stop her "the car" ( I needed that camera kit, out of my car, then, she could go!! good riddance.) She drove up over the crate and over ME! I have scares on my shins, (THAT IS, MY FEET WERE THE ONLY THING STICKING OUT FROM UNDER THE FRONT OF MY CAR!) a Front wheel drive Pontiac Bonneville SSE, and,my face, was less than 12" from the front wheel, SMOKING,
(I couldn't breathe) her foot was to the floor, only my feet sticking out from under the front of the car! Thank You Lord, that the crate had lifted the front of the car, and there was a "gully wash" on the gravel road, that kept her and the car from getting traction....
Or, I'd have been CRUSHED!

I was wearing only a robe, underwear, socks and moccasins.

Enough?
No way!

The car was stuck "Up" on this crate, it couldn't move, either way.

SHE ran into the house, called the police and told them I was accosting her with a GUN! (I don't own a gun).
I got out from under the car, and inside in time to hear this. I called on another line.

An officer arrived (This is a Beautiful Sunday Morning on Mt Pocono, My Business, been in my family since the early 60's!), and who gets handcuffed?
ME!
Even though I'm bleeding onto my feet, from my legs, just as I said on the phone.
I had to lay down, in the wet mountain dew grass, face DOWN, and get "frisked" for the gun.

She didn't get written up as "Crazed", or attempted "Homicide by vehicle"! NOPE~!

Just let her go. She knew how to do this thing called the "Civil Dance" (ask your lawyer). She just says it's a divorce situation, and the cops let her go, free. Now, do you think they've done that with me?
No WAY! That's how I, Myself and my two children got put out of MY house THREE TIMES!
Men, get to Leave, no matter HOW ILL!
Just GO!
(I went to the Phila. Justive Center, twice, with my children, whom she was abusing as well, They laughed, and said, You a man, defend YoSelf!) Thanks! And, IF I DO??

(Then, of course, she come after me, and got, spousal support, from MY DISABILITY!).
She never had to put in HER disability claim! I could never buy my children a gift for Christmas, or birthdays again!
I'm a grandfather now, Yet, I don't Know my GrandDaughter! Because of this Woman! (whom is not much different than my first wife). I pick 'em.

(Don't worry, I been through that part of the "triangle". My old/departed sister....)

She didn't.
Two hours later, she called from one mile away a pay phone. (cell service didn't work up there at the time).
"Why did you do that"?
You're on drugs!
(I was sound asleep).

Huh?

Ok, then.

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For anyone who is interested, I have a deadline with a divorce master on Monday. I'm not going to make it.
I told my attorney, (new, I just hired her), that I want a JUDGE, not no "Master"!
I want someone to "Hear" this case!

If you still care, I'll keep you up to date.

My wife is a drug seeking alcoholic, who "spins" it, on to me.
(Because I have the drugs/meds).

This stuff, and using type people, can make us so dam paranoid, that it's a real shame.

I will still live my life my way, even though most of it has been stolen away.
My Children's too.
I'm working, very hard, fingers to the bone, with rsd, tos, discs, and tbi, to get this crap resolved after more than a decade.

And, an attorney stole my 42 Acre property on top of Mt Pocono.
I have an action against him.
He tried to trick me, and he did, but, it was illegal.

I don't trust lawyers, as far as I can throw them.
They's good ones, and there's bad ones.
BE SURE, you get a good one!
(It's tough to tell, until they start working).

Sorry for the Ramble / Tamble.
I'm outta words now..

We'll talk again, huh?

Love to all,
Pete
ASB

PS
While this may not have a lot of bearing on medications and their abuse or "supposed" abuse, I do think that My "Real Life Story" is one that should be heard,
because,
Nobody EVER knows, when the finger of blame will be Unjustly Pointed, at them, or YOU.
As I have had.

While it may seem that this story stands alone, I beg to differ.
While making my way around through doctor's office's and other "Realms of Hope", I find that there are SO MANY, Similar stories,
Buried, Beneath the Din of of the "average noise of despair".

And, that won't help anyone, to take this story down.
This is the kind of story that calls for deeper understanding, as I call for a "Judge", not a mere "Master".

I pray, that none of you need to hear this story, however I know, that all too many of you DO!

Peace it Out!!

PAW