Tammy Chisholm
Stories (2/0)
Rants of a Spouse Coping With a Pill Addict
I am the wife of a man that is addicted to pain meds and Xanax. I know there are many people out there that will relate to my story (rant). Often the focus is on the addict and what needs to be done to help them. Am I right? What about us? The people that have to or shall I say choose to deal with the lies, financial struggle, mood swings, etc.? They have drugs to cope with whatever it is that they are dealing with. We have nothing and sometimes no one to help.
By Tammy Chisholm6 years ago in Humans
Mixed Girl Problems
I was military brat. That one statement should explain a lot. I moved around a lot, made friends with all kinds of people. The schools I went to had a good mix of ethnicities. I can honestly say that I was blessed to have the opportunity to meet and make friends with children that were different from me. Race was not a factor for me or any of the other kids. You ever notice that when you're in elementary school, everyone is your friend? What happens when you get to middle school? The first year is a breeze, friendships are still the same, but then halfway through middle school you start to notice a divide. The white girl and her brother that you used to walk to and from school with, no longer come by your house on the way to school to walk with you. The Asian girl that you used to eat lunch with no longer sits at the same table with you. The black girls that you used to joke around with in the locker room, now whisper among themselves. The Puerto Rican and Mexican friends that you played outside with during recess no longer talk to each other. You know what's so crazy? I was singled out of every group. I didn't belong.
By Tammy Chisholm6 years ago in The Swamp