It was a nice Christmas. I like my stereo and Judy and Alex like their gifts, main one being cookware worth a lot, and I got nice earings for Judy, and loads of sheets.
I'll have my license cheap soon, may take until after Christmas.
Once I do then I can work on fixing Judy's shit. Darryl is around a lot, which is okay, and I'm finally redoing the kitchen with his help. It pisses me off because my shoulder, knee, and elbow are fucked, and I can't even hold a paint can well. Mrs. Betty, Carmelo, Darryl and Helene, Steph, Henry, Gerald, Diane, yeah a few friends around, even Steph and her worthless boyfriend.
My best present is Judy losing a foot of bad tubing. Maybe now I can get her back, although until we address the methadone problem and she is more motivated and healthy forget it.
I also know that now she's "foced" that if she doesn't start being the one to initiate things that I don't care about giving it any effort anymore. I deserve better. I deserve to be anted and touched without asking, and getting more that a quickie. If she won't, I don't think I'd have a problem finding a woman who would be thrilled to have a man like me. I may be a little heavy, but that is my own depression surfacing, and the source of that is from my relationship with her. I feel alone, and that is wrong.
Anyway, one step at a time.