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Norco withdrawals…Part II
Greetings, kidz. Just thought I'd give an update to my fiancee's Norco detox. (Read my "Norco withdrawals..." post)
Tomorrow will be 14th clean day, and she's still going through hell, although now it's more psychological. She sleeps fitfully at best, waking up every hour or so. She becomes panicky when she gets ready for bed, and that's partly my fault (see paragraphs below). During the day, she's very lethargic, and frequently wants to take a nap. But when she finally has an opportunity to get sleep, she can't. Her mind is still rather jumbled.
About the 10th day (Sunday), both of us realized that her Norco addiction really wasn't just about the physical pain. That night, everything that she had suppressed with the pills came spewing forth. Everything that I had done to her, or she thought I had done to her, everything that others had done to her yet somehow involved me... She used very little profanity, but it was the tone in which she spoke to me. It wasn't so much the vile and angry tone that got me; it was the sarcasm. The kind of cutting disdain that one could only find on a grammar school playground. She didn't just want me out of the house, she wanted me out of town. All the way back to South Carolina, to "go back to [my] little Mommy". She had a plane ticket ready to buy from HotWire.com!
The first five years of our relationship were awful. I was a very selfish and angry man-child, and she was desperate for companionship. My upbringing (or whatever it was) provided fuel for my rather despicable, yet thankfully only occasional, behavior problems. Before her gastric bypass, she suppressed her unhappiness about me with food. When she couldn't do it with food anymore, she turned to pills. I really thought she took the pills for her physical back pain.
God, I really had no idea! And it all came back that 10th night like vomit from hell.
Thank you for enduring my diatribe, folks. I know her recovery will take quite a while. I guess I just need a little reassurance now and then that what's going on is the normal process.
And it's obvious that I need some work, too.
Tomorrow will be 14th clean day, and she's still going through hell, although now it's more psychological. She sleeps fitfully at best, waking up every hour or so. She becomes panicky when she gets ready for bed, and that's partly my fault (see paragraphs below). During the day, she's very lethargic, and frequently wants to take a nap. But when she finally has an opportunity to get sleep, she can't. Her mind is still rather jumbled.
About the 10th day (Sunday), both of us realized that her Norco addiction really wasn't just about the physical pain. That night, everything that she had suppressed with the pills came spewing forth. Everything that I had done to her, or she thought I had done to her, everything that others had done to her yet somehow involved me... She used very little profanity, but it was the tone in which she spoke to me. It wasn't so much the vile and angry tone that got me; it was the sarcasm. The kind of cutting disdain that one could only find on a grammar school playground. She didn't just want me out of the house, she wanted me out of town. All the way back to South Carolina, to "go back to [my] little Mommy". She had a plane ticket ready to buy from HotWire.com!
The first five years of our relationship were awful. I was a very selfish and angry man-child, and she was desperate for companionship. My upbringing (or whatever it was) provided fuel for my rather despicable, yet thankfully only occasional, behavior problems. Before her gastric bypass, she suppressed her unhappiness about me with food. When she couldn't do it with food anymore, she turned to pills. I really thought she took the pills for her physical back pain.
God, I really had no idea! And it all came back that 10th night like vomit from hell.
Thank you for enduring my diatribe, folks. I know her recovery will take quite a while. I guess I just need a little reassurance now and then that what's going on is the normal process.
And it's obvious that I need some work, too.
