The Husband and the Cereal Bowl.

Well, there is nothing in the world like being married to a junkie. It is the most embarrassing life you could imagine. I have many stories of this man that are all OMG moments. This one is about a bowl of cereal and lots of Xanax. My husband liked to use drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. He took whatever he could get his hands on. When he took Xanax he would pass out where ever he was. I had found him on the toilet zonked out, standing for long periods of time zonked out, and this particular day zonked out in a bowl of fruit loops. (How fitting they were fruit loops, because I often thought he was a fruit loop) Yes, he was face down in the bowl, and yes there was milk in the bowl. My first thought was this man in going to drown in a bowl of cereal. What a way to go. Maybe I should remove his head from the bowl. But as I did many times before, helping this man only seemed exacerbate the situation. I thought back to when he was zonked out on his feet and slammed his face on the kitchen table. His teeth went through his lip. I was awaken by his pleas for help. Standing over me with blood gushing from his mouth. Or the time I found him passed out on the bathroom floor. He fell of the toilet head first and put his head through the wall. Or the time he was cooking bacon in the middle of the night and had surrounded the stove with paper towels. (to catch the grease) Can you say fire hazard? Oh yes by the way he was naked at the time. Who cooks in the nude? Oh yes and who could forget the time he was standing at the toilet, door wide open. I was in bed and looked out the bedroom door to see him going to the bathroom in his pants. He made it to the toilet but forgot to take his pants down. Yes, he ended up pants less on the living room floor. And me the dutiful wife came to his aide. Everytime I helped him, it came back to kick me in the teeth. So not this time. The humiliation of being married to this man had finally caught up to me. I could bear him no longer. I wanted out. So in my despair, I left my husband to drown in his bowl of fruit loops. I left the house. When I returned, the bowl had been spilled and the dog was cleaning up the mess. I am no longer with this man. And now he will only have a dog to clean up after him. I quit!