Diary of a Trauma Nurse

Friday, August 29, 2008

August Sucks And I’m Glad It’s Almost Over!

I can’t tell you exactly why, but ever since my husband and I started dating, we noticed that August was an unlucky month for us. Nothing really stands out about it, our house didn’t burn down, our children weren’t kidnapped, we didn’t grow 3rd arms and we don't have atrocious breakouts of hemorrhoids but August has always sucked. And this year is no different.

At the beginning of this month, I believe it was the 2nd or 3rd of August, Micheal said something like “I can’t wait for this month to be over, it’s gonna be a bad one.” Now, I said something back about “self fulfilling prophesies” and boy was I right. This month has sucked. I could do without an August next year. Once again I have to wonder if I was a mafia hit man in a previous life and this is my payback month or something.

We ALL do things that deserve amending and most of us have true friends that help us through those times. Mine have been beside me without fail. Besides my family, Chris and Amie are God sent. They have shown what true friends are. I thought at one time I had many friends, a few in particular that really meant the world to me but when the chips were down, they all turned their backs which hurt in the beginning and then I realized, “what the hell” there is a reason that people grow old alone and there are reasons that people are miserable in their lives. What goes around comes around.

I can say for certain though, through good and bad, through thick and thin, I am a true friend, no matter what. And for anyone that might be reading this and see yourselves here, I am a friend, and will always be here if you need me.

CoryTraumaRN posted today at 5:33 PM

Comments:

After last year... I didn't want to see August ever again.
My bf was trying to help somebody out and giving him a place a live until he could get on his feet.
This guy was a convicted rapist in another state, moved here after meeting this chick online, who happens to be a friend of a friend of his youngest son.
This was in late Dec when this pedophile moved in and I came into the pic around late March or early April.
The pedo. finally got a job, ok since he was gone during the evenings I could finally go into the living room and watch tv after my bf got home.
I lived in the locked bedroom on the computer, literally. I only came into the main part of the house to clean and cook.
First of all, I DID NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE AROUND HIM and two he hogged the tv 24/7 even slept with it on.
August 1st, me and L. r watching tv, he's just taken some pain killers for an infected tooth he had and pervert got home and two mins later... if that somebody's beating on the door and screaming 'POLICE SEARCH WARRENT!! OPEN UP!!'
Come to find out, the pedofile was just that, he was arrested for going out online and looking for underage girls like 14-15 yolds
Me and L ended up on our stomachs in handcuffs for the better part of two hours while they go through everything.
They took our computer, we don't know what CD's, this went on until I don't know, the next time I looked at the clock it was after 2:30
As if this wasn't bad enough, the next afternoon at 3pm it happens again only this was the ATF and this was even more humiliating, we are lead out of the front door backwards with our hands behind our heads, searched, handcuffed and made to lay on the front lawn for everybody to see and stare and take pics of for over an hour while they confiscated guns, ammo etc.
My bf is an avid outdoors man, fishing and hunting and he his an avid gun enthusist, his most used were in the bedroom the rest in a locked gun safe that was in the same closet that Pedo was storing his clothes and stuff.
They didn't touch the guns or ammo out in the open in the bedroom just the ones in the safe.
This August we moved.

# posted by

Franki : 10:21 AM

That really sucks girl! Hopefully your BF learned to be a better judge of character and to put you first!

# posted by

CoryTraumaRN : 11:18 AM

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