Galveston Breakdown

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
In one miserable weekend I had a manic breakdown and ran away from my life. My adventures snapped me out of it and sent me back home.

Submitted: May 12, 2014

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MAY DAY MANIA (By Janet Bradshaw)(Dreams and More)

I did the workplace no-no by dating a co-worker.  Then the inevitable, he was married.  This broke my heart.  When he confessed the marriage I broke it off and then got the phone call that Darla, my seventeen year old wanted me to sign for her to get a marriage license.  She felt she loved Rick and could not go on without becoming his wife.  He also drove a Corvette.  (Not that that would have influenced me).  He was very polite and clean cut and worked as a DJ at a popular club in Dallas.  He also had a side job that I was not aware of until later. Not a good one, either.  I will share more of that later.  Looking back at my life, I was beginning to cycle into my mania phase.  At that time we knew very little about Bi-Polar Disorder, I did not know that the right kind of doctor could help me.  I could only look back years later and see why I lived my life as I did. This was a deep depression, a strong urge to leave town and excessive crying.

She was going to make plans for a wedding and would let me know when she needed me. I decided I needed to get out of Dallas for a day or two to clear my head, so I headed to Galveston.  My mom was worried for me, so I lied and told her that I had a friend going with me. 

I did not know that the human body had so many tears in their body.  I cried all the way from Dallas to Galveston.  No reason, just deeply depressed. There was nothing specific that I was crying about.

My goal at the moment was to drive to the south-western coast of Galveston.  It seemed that from a trip much earlier with my sister and her new husband, I could almost remember a place there and I was being drawn to it.  As long as they had a Jack and coke, I couldn’t ask for more.

I stopped at the dead end at the sea wall.  Something told me to go left, so left I turned.  I drove as far as I could, past all the shops and attractions, until I was at a sort of peninsula of the island.  There it sat, a weathered seafood restaurant off the beaten path.  It was just what I needed to search my heart or regroup, whatever the case may be.

I pulled into the parking lot (almost deserted) but, like I said, it was off the beaten path.  I applied a little makeup to cover the red swollen eyes, a little lipstick, a brush to the hair and there began my adventure.

I hesitantly entered the restaurant. A waiter approached and seated me in the bar, per my request. I began to look around and size up the place.  Being a previous bartender, I glanced at the actual bar and as I did a gentleman asked me to join him so I would not be alone.  He was a few years older, clean cut and definitely a local.  He offered me a drink and we began to talk.  He was a retired something or other with the Navy (it was definitely a high rank) so I had found an officer and a gentleman, he was just not Richard Gere.

We talked over several drinks and found out what put each of us there at that moment.  His story was that when he retired, he began to drink more and more. His grown children, fearing the loss of their inheritance, were going to put a conservatorship over his monthly check.  Now, he was well groomed and clean and from his appearance and conversation, did not appear to need help with his finances.  The impending marriage of my daughter had set off a great manic depression that was working it’s way out the only way it knew how.Two ships in the night, so to speak.  We drank and ate and talked.  He was so interesting and he really changed my mood.  It was just the distraction I needed for now.

We drove around, stopping for drinks here and there.  He had already fed me a luscious meal at the seafood restaurant.  A few hours later he had me drive us to the big Spanish style Hotel that has been there for years.  Insisting that their food was wonderful and I would enjoy the architecture immensely.  We were seated, ordered, and while we were eating he excused himself.  When he returned, he proudly announced that he had paid for me a room for the night.  No obligations on my part.  I was panic stricken, I liked the guy, not that way, but I could still not accept such a gift. I ordered dessert and excused myself to the restroom.

Of course, I did not go to the restroom nor did I return to the table. I drove around the island feeling like an asshole.  I really was just ready for some alone time, or at least, no companion.  The next place where I stopped I talked to some girls who said the Holiday Inn in Texas City had a fun club and they were going later.  Sounded good to me, but I was beginning to have anxiety.  I stopped to fill up the gas tank, and the guy helping me seemed young and so I quizzed him about any small neighborhood bars around the area.

I followed his directions and I ended up at a lesbian bar.  I got no further than the front entrance when I realized what I was about to enter.  I did not appreciate the humor.  I do not have anything against lesbians, but I was looking for a different kind of distraction.  I then proceeded to Texas City and the Holiday Inn.

I was used to going out alone, because I had worked at neighborhood bars in my town.  There was a large group of guys which turned out to be the Army National Guard.  I was entertained by their antics and a man in a uniform was too much to not look.  Their “leader” was quite obvious because he would instruct certain men to perform at his command and then everyone would laugh.  Things like tossing pennies and making certain guys run and pick them up and return them to him.  This turned me off, so I started checking out other men.

Apparently, their “Captain” didn’t like losing my attention.  He came to my table, asked me to dance and then asked if he could join me.  I was so flattered!  He was handsome, blond, tall and muscular, and an officer!  My gosh, is Galveston ever the place to go.  He flirted and asked for a ride to their headquarters.  I gave him the ride and when we arrived we kissed and fondled each other until we had to stop.  I reached the point where I needed someone to cuddle me and scramble some eggs for me and be gentle and loving.  He was trying his best to get me into his barracks.  This so turned me off.  Where would the other guys be?  Was this a way to make me part of his continuing game with the guys?  I pulled away and prepared to drive away, when he told me that he had a wife in Conroe, Texas.  I wanted to puke remembering how his downy soft pubic hair belonged to another woman.

Oh, and he said when I am leaving in the morning, when I go under a certain overpass, he would be marching his guys, and when he marched them backwards, he would be thinking of me.  It was all I could do to keep from running over his ass.

From there I went in search of a motel that looked safe and finally settled for one.  I still stacked furniture and whatever else against the front door.  Always have and always will.  By morning I was ready to get back to familiar ground.

While I was gone, Darla and Rick were married by a JP.  Stayed married 25 years and had 3 beautiful daughters.  Darla and her daughters received Masters Degrees in several subjects and have wonderful careers.


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