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Chapter 58 ... Comfortably Numb

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."  Oscar Wilde

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 Relax...Just another pin prick...there'll be no more AAAAAHHHHHhhhhhh.....

Mel insisted I quit my job because she felt my boss was far too familiar with me. Not to worry, I found work immediately, with yet another female boss. This would be one of many jobs I would forfeit for her or because if her.    

Wendy was in the picture as well. She was not going to give up and she had the right attributes to feel she had more than half a chance. She looked wonderful; she had a home in the far suburbs with 2 horses. She loved to cook, and not just the same old meat and potatoes that my other partners enjoyed. I truly believe I loved her. But as I said before she hated kids.  But she was determined and I was at times weak.  Several people had warned me that Mel was not the right pick.  But my heart told me otherwise.   And of course Bootsie was waiting at each threshold of trouble. And I adored her for that, even though she was in possession of some of my high heels and underwear she kept as keepsakes.        As stated earlier, we had received notice that the house I was leasing was sold. So we shopped the neighborhoods and we found a delightful 2000 sf house. We moved in and declared this OUR home.   

Mel decided to introduce her to family.  We went to see Mel's sister, Candee in Harlingen. When we got there Candee was on the phone, with Dana.  And she didn’t bother to get off which put me off immediately.  I was raised when company comes into your home; a phone call continued is one of the worst signs of rudeness.  Once she hung up, she complained to Mel that Dana owed her money and she was trying to get her to ante’ up.   

Candee seemed pleasant enough, Very materialistic and could spend a lot of money on worthless crap quickly, like the beenie baby fad.  She had them all.  And dolls, all sorts of dolls.  I would find that she would compete with me for Mel's equal time a gifts.  If Mel bought me something, Candee had to have it as well.

Her husband was extremely homophobic. I had my reservations about Candee. I had been told, and it was verified by Mel, that Candee was in fact, a self-serving person. Mel had actually found her in bed with one of Mel's lovers.   When Candee married her present husband Morris, she invited everyone but Mel because she didn't want Mel to embarrass her by the way she looked. She felt Mel looked gay. 

Candee did not have one nice thing to say about Mel. And let me know in advance, that I was heading for certain trouble. When Candee got me alone she had some go-by instructions for living with Mel 

“Do not let her have your checkbook” (oops, too late for that) and  

“Mel is a hospital freak, she loves to stay in the hospital” okay, now that seemed farfetched since she worked in a hospital. 

I blew these things off. I should not have. How was I to know they would soon come to fruition?   Yet Mel adored her and nothing, I mean NOTHING would stop Mel from seeking Candee’s approval.  It was painful to watch.  As I would find out later, all of Mel’s exes, (of course not the one Candee bedded) dislike Candee intensely calling her such quizzical names as Candee Kavorkian, because she worked in nursing homes, quit often and suddenly, changing her name and moving miles away.  

I ignored her warnings, but, as if by shear notice the next morning, which was a Sunday, Mel came running from the bathroom. She wanted me to check out her nether regions. She had, the year prior, a “situation” in her behind that had gone septic. She had been in the hospital for a time on strong antibiotics. So, here it was, one day after the warning and she was crying that we needed to go to the VA so she could have it checked out. The doctor reassured her it was nothing. The entire day gone. My weekends were precious to me. Unless, of course, I was working.  

It did not bother me at the time, however, when i started exhibiting legitimate problems, she was less than forthcoming in sympathy. Except on this one point.   She seemed to really care when I told her I had neck pain. Pretty typical in my line of work. Not only did I work in electrical design, also ran the CAD department, doing all the teaching, programming, you name it.  

We were on our way to a party when she decided to drop by a hospital in which a friend worked. In the pharmacy. She picked up some medication for me. I was high flying after that. She also had codeine available to me.    

It’s like the chaos theory “A flap of a butterfly’s wing could cause a typhoon halfway around the earth” 

Meaning, just change one thing in your history and everything will change. If I had not complained, she would not have gotten the medicine, things would have been different.    

But as it went it was too late, too fast.

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This was posted on Open Salon. 

These are the comments from that post:

Hi Di!
Yes, this is Dana S., or Dana Bird-Hardaway, who has been mentioned by name in this blog. I DID give Dianne Carte Blanche to say anything true about me (as well as she knew if she was not there, and I would tell her what actually happened if she accidentally misunderstood--as is the case with our ex, "Mel."

Di, you're doing great with the telling of the story, as far as I know, as I was not present for most of the beginning of your horror story. I was just freeing myself from the horrors of being in the maniacal clutches of Mel when you two got together, and I already had my own thing brewing, keeping me occupied. 15 years later, I am married to the love of my life, Ro Hardaway, in VT, and when we got here, we expected to at least be greeted by you once. But Mel would not let that happen, would she? Fascist freak of an excuse for a partner had you in her grasp GOOD, and I knew it--I just had NO IDEA how bad it was for you, dear Di, or you would have had Adult Protective Services called for you up HERE, and I would have sorted out Mel once and for all. Not to mention how OUT OF A JOB SHE WOULD BE RIGHT NOW FOR STEALING YOUR PRESCRIPTIONS AND SEEING YOUR DOCTOR UNDER YOUR NAME. With Munschausen's and Munschausen's by Proxy, which she practiced on me--one of the many reasons she was given a MOVE OUT/NEVER COME BACK DATE of 1/1/96, I was well aware of the fact that she was probably doing the same things to you as she had to me. In fact, she was--only far, far worse. She should lose her hospital job as an anesthesia technician for stealing drugs through the state system here in VT--your medications--opiates--and never giving them to you. Could she be giving them to patients under anesthesia and harming them/causing them to die? Only the V.A. Knows how their Anesthesia Techs have done their jobs. Has she made mathematical errors, since she has dyslexia, that may cause people harm, or death? How many people have died under her care, honestly. We know she has a sister named Candee who is an R.N. in our state for nursing homes. How many jobs has Candee had under assumed names, Dianne, to get jobs because she had to leave the last nursing home running because people in her care were dying mysterious deaths. Am I getting all of this correct?
So, as I motivate Dianne to tell the story she's telling with no regret and all the honesty she can muster, as funky, crusty, nasty Mel continues to try to break Dianne's spirit and threatens to "take her story to the police--the story she's writing now," I will stand behind Dianne and say NO. You WILL QUIT ABUSING EITHER OF US RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW. UNDERSTOOD? I'M FAR CLOSER TO YOU THAN DI IS RIGHT NOW, AND I'D BE GLAD TO MEET YOU TO 'DISCUSS' THIS MATTER THE DYKE WAY. YOU THINK YOU HAD TROUBLE WHEN YOU HAD DIANNE DISRUPTING YOUR OTHERWISE PEACEFUL WORLD WITH ALL THE ILLNESSES YOU KEPT GIVING HER AND THE MONEY YOU STOLE FROM BOTH ME AND HER? LOL, LITTLE GIRL, BRING IT ON. YOU ARE A CRETIN--A ZOMBIE WHO NEEDS TO BE DEALT WITH SO THAT NO ONE ELSE IS HARMED IN YOUR LIES AND SCHEMES. I'LL BE GLAD TO HELP YOU REMOVE YOUR BLIGHT OF A ZOMBIE LIFE FROM THIS EARTH SO THAT YOU MAY LIVE FREE FROM THE SHACKLES OF YOUR OWN LIES; A HAPPY, HONEST, NON- LIFE THREATENING SOUL ON OUR PLANET--OPPOSITE OF THE WAY YOU'RE LIVING NOW. OR DO IT YOURSELF TO YOURSELF--ZOMBIES MAY BE RELEASED BY BLACK MAGIC/BLACK VOODOO PRIESTS, OR THEIR HEADS MAY BE REMOVED. WILLIE, I COULD FIND YOU A PRIEST OR GIVE YOU A MACHETE TO GO AHEAD AND END IT SO YOU'LL BE FREED, BUT YOU'LL NO LONGER TERRORIZE EITHER DIANNE OR ME WITH YOUR ZOMBIE ANTICS. CEASE AND DESIST NOW, OR I WILL FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A WAY TO FINISH WHAT YOU HAVE STARTED WITH BOTH OF US.
GOODBYE AGAIN. DON'T LET KARMA KILL YOU ON THE WAY OUT.
DAMN MAD DANADana Bird-HardawayMarch 18, 2011 04:22 PMDana
Tell us what you really think.
Thanks so much. if you weren't taken, you would be taken.
Roe and you are a lovely couple, someone everyone should want to emulate.Dianne Schuch - LindseyMarch 20, 2011 08:56 PMI'm not sure where comments go in Open Salon world, but I just lost a good one, Di! Hey, tell the world how much money you lost to Mel! I'll re-write what I had to say on this topic. Oh, I also touched on her temper, too. What were your experiences? Take it away!Dana Bird-HardawayMarch 23, 2011 11:27 PM

 

 

 

 

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