Wounded Birds and Shattered Dreams

Grandma Granddad And I Were Sitting In Their Backyard In The Sunshine And Having A Beer Together When Don Arrived To Pick Me Up. He Had A Beer With Us And I Thought Everything Was Fine Until We Got Back To Our Apartment.. Don Began Yelling And Slapped Me Hard As He Said I Should Not Be Drinking When He Was Not Around.. “But I Only Had One Beer. We Can Go Over Any Time Together And Enjoy Their Backyard” I Said.. As He Started Slapping Me Around And Pinning Me On The Bed I Thought Of A Way I Might Be Able To Change Things. Don Had Been Seeing A Psychiatrist For Years Telling Him It Was Job-Related Stress So He Was Taking Valium. When Don Wasn’T Looking I Went To The Liquor Cabinet Got A Bottle Of Vodka And Locked Myself In The Bathroom.. I Poured More Than Half The Bottle Down The Drain So It Appeared That I Drank It Took A Few Of His Valium And Swallowed Them With Vodka So I Smelled Like Liquor. I Also Dumped Half The Bottle Of Valium Down The Sink. After Don Pounded On The Door For Me To Open It I Did. It Appeared As If I Was Trying To Overdose Which Was My Plan. Don Called An Ambulance. The Hospital Was Going To Send Me Home After A Couple Of Hours On An Iv But I Begged Them Not To And Explained My Situation. I Told The Nurses That If They Sent Me Home I Was Really Going To Do It. I Got What I Wanted And Was Admitted Into The Psychiatric Ward.