A long, long time ago, I worked (for a short time) as a Chargeback Associate at a major department store. One of my duties was to notify suppliers of damaged or returned items so the company could be reimbursed. The suppliers didn’t want the items back, so – in the case of clothing – I had to cut it up so people couldn’t get usable clothing out of the dumpster. I suggested the company could donate the clothing to a shelter, or to Goodwill/The Salvation Army/etc, and get a tax credit. The manager repeated company policy regarding chargebacks, and he proceeded to check up on the clothing I placed in the dumpster.
I do this. I share on this blog. But if in trouble I call Randy. I desperately do not want to return to the bad times. But if the nightmares get bad, if I am crying I reach out to him. Does he deserve to be my main support person? No, but he is willing to be so. Just weeks ago I was struggling with selfharinging again. I called randy. I did not know but I interrupted his getting supper after a hard time at work. He talked me off the ledge, he calmed me down, and he did not let me off the phone until I assured him I wouldn’t hurt myself. That is the person Randy is. I am so sorry to put my friend through this. Hugs
