Addiction, Money, Three-Husbands, Two-Kids and The One Accessory I can’t go without!
My name is Leigh. I am a trauma and rape survivor learning to live amongst the real. I have had an eating disorder and have struggled with various forms of self-mutilation for over twenty years. I have severe PTSD.
I’m a half single adult with two husbands under my belt and another under the same rooftop. I have two kids, a giant dog and I am perimenopausal.
{And yes, I said three husbands}
Number Three Man is the father of The Boy and The Girl. We are separated and living together raising our children and own a local business.
Number Two Man doesn’t really count. {Vegas Quicky} and I have tried rekindling love with Number One aka TripleEx. However, I have severed all ties with him; with Professional therapy and support from my Eggs; I have managed to end this cycle of abuse. I am Coping.
Oh Christ, I could write for hours on any given one of these subjects. My reality now is pretty far from where I thought it would be. I just smoked again and writing in my alley. I’ve just maxxed out another credit card and I am working all of my angles at avoiding reality.
Quite frankly, I am afraid. I am scared. I fear the reality of my mind and of my life.
2011-In the Alley
Don’t fancy me the lonely kept wife. Not me. No chance of that.
I live in the apartment above and overlooking our twenty-three room home with Number Three Man, my Son and my Daughter, Mother-in-Law number Three and Layla the Bernese Mountain Dog.
You know what I‘m afraid of—first thing that comes to mind, I am afraid of not being the woman that I thought I was supposed to be. I am not the doting wife, the crafty mom, certainly not the housekeeper or any of those archaic notions of womanhood.
Come along as I share my daily struggles with recovery from and coping with various addictions and demons. I am challenged daily and these stories are some of my means for healing— while learning that I am not alone in the process. For now, let’s just say; I am living with, what it means to cope.
As I continue to write; my mission is to inspire the discouraged, to humor the tedious, to kick and scream at the stupid and to smoke freely with all. Follow me on my journey as I smoke, date, shop, reminisce, travel and smoke some more. Join me by identifying and laugh with me when it’s funny. It certainly can be funny–this daily life of coping with and living with what life has dealt.
For daily nonsense follow on Twitter @EggsSmokeSex along with @The1Accessory on me.
Your words made me cry. People tell me I am open. But your words make mine look like nothing… Thank you for your honesty. -MM
It’s nice to know that my words mean something to you. But don’t sell yourself short. Validate your words, they mean everything. Thank you so much for taking the time to reach out. Please read my recent post, You are Cordially Invited, maybe you would like to share a story on coping? Best, Leigh xxx
I came across your site recently through @WriteWendy. I must say I enjoy your writings, the thoughts in your minds, the titles to your entries. I’m going to have to make time and start at the beginning of your archives.
Hey there, was referred to you by my step mom. Seems like we have the same goal, to encourage people having gone through some difficult times.
Keep up the good work!