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And although early on in our
relationship, I'm going to say we had
been married maybe five years. And he
had too much to drink one day, and...
We were having a party at our house,
and they- he and a friend were
riding his motorcycle around the
neighborhood because we lived in a
neighborhood that was way way out in
the country.
Mhm. Where?
Uhh... Outside of Denver.
Uh-huh.
And, uh, he and a friend, kinda, he
was driving the motorcycle when they
were way too intoxicated and they
wrecked the motorcycle. And they
didn’t really hurt themselves like,
banged up or something like that , it
was no big deal. They weren’t even
going fast, they just didn’t have enough
motor control at that point.
Yeah.
And I remember sitting him down and
having the conversation of, “I don’t
want to be married, I don’t want to be
watching kill yourself! You can’t drink
and ride your motorcycle.
Whatever it is, you need to talk it out,”
and he started crying, and it’s about
his relationship with his mom and
his mom being over-controlling and
him never learning how to make good
choices.
Uh-huh.
And so, he started going for therapy.