nothing is the same
I got my appt set. It is in two weeks. Still unsure if I will really go. Very scared. I hate that feeling. My wife is urging me to go. When I told her, in a letter, I could not do it face to face, and it was the first time I have ever written it down, she said a lot things make sense to her now. I wish they made sense to me. The week after that I go back to the Doctor. Going to the Dr ruins my whole day, I hate it. I hate the exams. I hate the fact that I have to go. Replacing testosterone is a real pain in the ass. You are never right, either to much or not enough. Now that all my surgerise are done, and I got off the pain drugs, I hate that pervert more than ever. This whole thing has really messed my life up. Everything has been affected or changed because of it. It just not all the surgeries, it is all the crap the led to them. Surgery was always the last resort. To bad they could not surgically remove memories. I miss the drugs, I did not have to think about any of it or deal with it. I hate that this has happened. The weird thing is I cannot remember what he looked liked, just his smell and his black shoes. If I could find him, I would cut his balls off. I have all this anger and it is just seathing, and there is nothing I can do with it. I wished that I would have told my mom that day, instead of hiding. The what if game can make you nuts. I have only been back to the office for a month now, and it will be year this feb 10th since my last surgery. They had to put me on methadone to get me off the duragesic patch. I was on methadone for a year, and just detoxed from that 82 days ago. It was pure hell, but not as hard as dealing with this and these feelings and the nightmares everynight. All because of what he did. Nothing has been the same since.
Mark
Mark