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So when I was given the medicine I would tuck it under my tongue & later disposed of it. The staff quickly determined that I had not taken the medicine because my behavior hadn't altered from the time I was brought in. They quickly summoned for security & with their assistance proceeded to give me an injection form of the drug they prescribed for me. This injection was developed to last 2 weeks. Then because of my unwillingness to cooperate they placed me into a restraints for the next 6 hours. The effect of the drug made me numb. I observed others there, to find some claiming they were Jesus Christ, others walked into the walls, and others just acted out in bizarre fashion. I thought to myself I'm not as bad off as I thought. So day after day I'd try to figure a way out of here. Trouble is when you indicate that you feel you are ready to leave, they have standard questions they would ask you to answer. For instance what day is it? What is the date? Who is the President? It sounds stupid now, but there were times I couldn't answer one question out of three. Other times I could answer two of them. Because my mind would overload in delusional thought blocking me from giving a correct response. For next three weeks I muddled around that building. When I began to finally identify reality, I thanked God. Sandy had waited for my release in hopes that I would return to somewhat of a normal. What she got was a person that slurred from the medicine when I spoke.
Upon my release I talked to her about how wrong I was for turning our marriage into an open relationship. Unfortunately I had been so convincing when I first talked about the benefits of having an open relationship, that now my explanation of how wrong I had been & how wrong it was only convinced her that I was still out in left field. She saw no reason to change our lifestyle. But in my heart I believed my convictions demanding for change in my life, was coming from God. The more I tried to convince her, the more she became argumentative.
Slowly, I started to wean myself off the prescription the hospital staff had given me. Soon afterward the madness started to return. Back to the institution I went for another 30 days. During that period, Sandy decided to call it quits. Upon my release I returned to an empty house.
Sandy had vacated our home & returned to her parent's home. She only came by to inform me that she was going to get a divorce. In my anger I burned all the pictures of us, trashed the house & left. I took up residence at a boarding home in another town close by. I started attending group therapy & received a shot of medicine every two weeks. Slowly I started to put more & more thoughts together. I was able to return to driving a Taxi the job that I could do that didn't require a lot of conscious thought. I wasn't getting rich but I could survive meekly daily.
I ran into Sandy occasionally after that, she had very little to say & even less time to talk with me. I finally accepted that it was over between her & I.
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