jbalboa1981
Arachnopeon
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2011
- Messages
- 29
Don't worry, this isn't one of those "I like to get drunk and play with my spiders" kind of post. Rather, my little story of how a few Tarantula's helped me out of a really dark place in my life. After a bad divorce, I started to drink, a lot more than normal, heavily at times. I moved from a case of beer a week, to about a case a day. Then liquor, mostly vodka, and beer. I work construction, so it effected my ability to perform at work, and my boss was family, so it was just overlooked. I went from 175 lbs. to 249 lbs. in about 9 months. I got to the point, where all I wanted was a drink, didn't care how I got it. The only time I would stay sober, was when I got my daughter on the weekends. I was in a depressed state. Then, about 2 years ago or so, my sister got me a......you guessed it, a G.rosea, for my birthday. I had always wanted one when I was younger. That spider, R.I.P. Raven, totally did something to my (at the time) warped brain. I read everything I could about about the species, and then......I wanted more. When I decided on a species I wanted, I would spend hours, researching it. Learning everything I could from anywhere I could. My daughter also loved them, and loved to watch me feed them (still does). Long boring story short, I actually spent my free time, learning about certain T's, that I really didn't even think about drinking. I still don't, I love my T's way more than booze. They fascinate me. I'm not saying, people who drink are bad people, so don't flame me. I'm just saying, it took over my life, and I found something else that I enjoy more. I'm also down to 179 lbs., not from T's, exercise of course. LOL. Sorry for the long winded story. Just felt like telling it. Peace.