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Don’t want an alcoholic in my life…

After spending the morning waiting for a phone call, I went to get a watch repaired. I tried a jewellers first, as that was what I was told I needed, but ended up at the little watch repair shop in a department store.

On my way there, I ran into an old friend and we decided to go for a coffee. We had a double vodka each. We talked about the past, our now, our pain. I ended up sobbing as I told him about my neighbours’ refusal to change the windchimes to a lower tone, like bamboo. I told him about the physical torment it gives me and how my former neighbour lied to the letting agent. About her malicious behaviour. I told him how I fell in love with Mike , and how he’s been trying to contact me all year and how he moved in and out within 24 hours.

I can never live with Michael. He drinks too much. He would be lazy and slobby. He left quite a trail behind him for his short stay. I’ve had enough of bad relationships.

I am seriously worried about my health due to those windchimes. It’s all because of Woodhouse’s malicious lies. That’s the one thing she does well.

So I went to a solicitor and am going to sue them, the letting agency and my current neighbours.

I have to. This has to stop. I have to regain my health and peace of mind. It’s time to stop considering others and put myself first for once.

My laptop is not working properly because the end of bed couch got kicked over in the night when Mike was here. I’m having to give vegetables away so they don’t perish. Mike Ebsworth has deactivated his phone number – an act of real cowardice.

The friend I met in town prayed for me. I so appreciated it. I have deep faith in God, and pray, but it’s been a while since anyone prayed for me. Not any one with real faith.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

5 replies on “Don’t want an alcoholic in my life…”

great article, !! I am also an alcohol opponent in the middle of tradition richly enjoy.all immemorial good, for their blog, much do with it, and I pray dear God for their protection, to them and to us all, peace and health.

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Many thanks to you , yes, yes, but alcohol is a poison that basically damages all organ systems of the body as well as the psyche. Alcohol dependence is life-threatening. yes unfortunately many people do not recognize their limit when drinking, and then comes many surprise, in their CV, (health problematic) in the eu known, but millions of people suffer from alcohol, in Germany alone, almost 9.5 million people in Germany drink too much alcohol. (((((((*L*))

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Alcohol dependency destroys bodily organs, primarily the liver and kidneys. Alcohol in moderation is harmless. The way to tell is ‘hangover’. People who get hangovers will destroy their health. This is a genetic condition. A glass of alcohol is a good painkiller and also a pleasant way to relax.

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🙂certainly everything you do in living should always always be with caution and in moderation. there is a British doctor himself on trip, and has lived people from Asia for a year. and followed to whose why there 90 year olds still work in farmers farm field.

Thank you for your kind appreciation.
Have a nice weekend. 🙂

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