last night i went through the last of my boxes that i had stored up in my stepfathers attic since july 2001 when pete and i got kicked out of our apartment and lived in the caddy in philly.all the boxes so far have had empty bags and needle wrappers in them.we were strung out and being kicked out of our apartment for not paying rent for 5 months.we
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Right before I got pregnant I was wrestling a nasty crystal meth addiction. I did a lot of other drugs as well but that was the one I was physically dependent on. When we decided to keep the baby I gave the last of all of my many types of drugs to various friends. But I kept the vial that my meth was stored in. It still sits in my medicine cabinet and for the life of me I cannot figure out why. Maybe it's a daily reminder of where I came from and how far I've come. Maybe it's there so that every day I can torture myself with it. I don't know, but I can't part with it even though I know that I will never ever touch meth again.
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Oh sweetie, we could be the same person, in the same relationship lol. My husband is also a recovering cocaine addict, and I have been doing it behind his back for about 18 months. I recently spilled the beans during my lastest plight for help, and now his reactions are driving me bonkers. I seriously think he is jealous that I kept using, that I did it without him. I honestly think that is what bothers him the most. Not my OD, not the money shit, but the fact that I did it and he didn't. Fucked up shit, drugs are, eh?
I'm glad you didn't find any bags, because one is too many and a thousand is never enough.
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still! Two years is awesome!
I need to get back to AA myself. I'm so sick of this on again/off again shit. Take care.
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