My wife staged an intervention this morning, along with the rest of the family and some of my closest friends. It was painful, but I had to face up to what they told me. I can't say that I haven't been aware that I've increasingly isolated them, and that my habits have been steadily drawing me further and further towards a very dark place. I'm just thankful that they were able to make me face myself, and the shame I feel for what I've become. I guess I should have done this for myself...after all, it was just last night that I found myself cruising late at night through questionable neighborhoods.
You see, I had made a connection earlier that day, with the city tree removal crew. I told them what I was looking for, and they hooked me up. Thing is, that tree wasn't enough (Is it ever?), and I had to have more, always more. And increasingly harder woods. I started out on tulip poplar, thinking like we all do that I could handle that, no problem. This week, I moved on to hickory and I don't care what I have to do to get it. The size of my woodpile has become a symbol of shame for my children, who ask to be let out down the block when others give them a ride home. I think that it was an incident three days ago that really convinced my wife of how far gone and desperate I was. She walked in on me unexpectedly when I was scrolling through thumbnails of woodpiles here on the forum. I tried to minimize the screen as fast as I could, but I know she saw.
So, it is going to be a long road back. I really won't be able to fully begin my recovery until all the wood I have is gone. I plan on starting that, oh, around this October, when I'll be getting rid of all of it...one stick at a time. I knew that you here would understand.
You see, I had made a connection earlier that day, with the city tree removal crew. I told them what I was looking for, and they hooked me up. Thing is, that tree wasn't enough (Is it ever?), and I had to have more, always more. And increasingly harder woods. I started out on tulip poplar, thinking like we all do that I could handle that, no problem. This week, I moved on to hickory and I don't care what I have to do to get it. The size of my woodpile has become a symbol of shame for my children, who ask to be let out down the block when others give them a ride home. I think that it was an incident three days ago that really convinced my wife of how far gone and desperate I was. She walked in on me unexpectedly when I was scrolling through thumbnails of woodpiles here on the forum. I tried to minimize the screen as fast as I could, but I know she saw.
So, it is going to be a long road back. I really won't be able to fully begin my recovery until all the wood I have is gone. I plan on starting that, oh, around this October, when I'll be getting rid of all of it...one stick at a time. I knew that you here would understand.
!! I'm at roughly 20 cords stacked now
'Fraid you will not get too many people who think your friends and family are right in their thinking.