Thursday, December 20, 2018

OH No! Don't even try...


Those of you who post comments need to know that I READ each and every one. I post every one of them even if the comment is derogatory to my blog, my platform, and me personally. I do not respond to every comment but I DO read them. So here’s the deal… before I post the comment it is read and “moderated”. Which simply means I have the power to refuse to post comments that do not fit my criteria.

My criteria are simple. I only post comments that are directly related to the subject matter in my blog. I DO NOT post comments with contact information for individuals, companies, rehab centers, or ANYONE else. I DO NOT post comments that contain LINKS to other websites unless it relates to the subject matter in a post. But… that’s rare.

If you have a comment that is really a link to an escort service, miracle doctor, or your Great Aunt Molly’s whatever…. That comment will NEVER make it to the home page of my blog. It will be marked as spam and then deleted from my in box.

When a person or company contacts me and wants to collaborate on promoting something – no matter what it is – I do a lot of research. I make sure that the content will be relevant to the majority of my readers. I won’t waste your time, or mine, reading something that will encourage you to spend money needlessly, join a cult, pimp out your grandmother, or any other such ridiculous thing.

While it may appear that posting on my blog is a form of advertising, I will only “advertise” as a means of providing information. It’s a way of saying… “Hey… you might want to check this out.” I’m not telling you to go to a certain rehab center or purchase a certain product. I’m telling you it’s there, available, and I’ve researched it to be something viable to my readers.

I’ve been getting a lot of comments lately that link directly to an escort service. I have to say to them… nice try but take your business elsewhere. But, while we are on the subject, let’s talk about escort services and their “services”.

I understand that being involved with an alcoholic can be lonely. Sex is almost unimaginable, and the emotional closeness can be non-existent. But hiring out (or in) can result in an increase of the lonely emptiness that you’re trying to resolve. Physical gratification is pleasant but that’s all it is and having another human in the mix can get complicated – and expensive.

My suggestion is to take advantage of the electronic age and find yourself a device that will satisfy your needs. Find human contact and closeness in the people that you already care about and care about you. If you need a hug – ask for it from someone who knows you personally.

If you find yourself in a situation of becoming involved with another person, don’t shy away from it. Explore it. Think about it. Be careful. But don’t deny yourself happiness. This is NOT what you will get from a pay-for-sex arrangement.

Staying in a marriage/partnership with an alcoholic may be what’s best for you financially or for other reasons. Don’t forget that you are a real person with real feelings who deserves someone who can make you feel loved, desirable, and cared for. So go for it – if it doesn’t complicate your life more than you can manage. Just DON’T pay for any of it with cash – pay for it with giving your heart.

3 comments:

ADDY said...

I couldn't agree more! Happy Christmas by the way.

Distraught in Denver said...

How does the non-alcoholic female in a long-term relationship with a chronic male alcoholic who totally resists medical help for what appears to be end stage renal failure allow the police to remove the alcoholic from her home to a homeless shelter because of her fear of watching him die live with herself for what she has done?

Distraught in Denver said...

How do I live with myself? I am the nonalcoholic female partner of a 70-year-old male alcoholic with whom I've been involved with in one form or another for 36 years. During the past two weeks, I have arisen each day worried and relieved not to find him dead on my living room couch. He's practically lived on my living room couch for the last two weeks.
He's barely eaten or ingested fluids and nothing is coming out of him. His ankles and feet are so swollen he can barely wear shoes. He has COPD and still smokes cigarettes. He won't see a doctor. I feel his liver and kidneys are shutting down and know he could be nearing the end of his journey. I called a hospital this morning for advice and was advised to call emergency services. I did, but because he refused medical care, the emergency team was unable to take him for medical care and called the police. A very kind police officer took him with him to the nearest homeless shelter, where he has primarily resided for the past four years. Have I denied him a respectable end? Have I been cruel when I could have been more kind?