I recently revealed to my mother that I tried a substance for the first time. I should explain, it was in a controlled environment, with paramedics close as well as a sober baby sitter. I do not condone the use of substances in any form, but for myself, I at least wanted to try it.
This conversation came up because my ex and I had gotten in a huge fight about me doing this substance in the first place. He told me it was juvenile and immature to even think about trying it. This is the same person that will often drive completely drunk. My mother was horrified that I would even try them in the slightest. She later sent me a text message:
"N don't bullshit that *substance* isn't addictive n isn't a gateway drug. U r frying your brains and ruining your lungs. You need life long treatment and AA."
I'm gonna say the fact my parents won't get our water wall fixed/remove the black mold from my closet is what is ruining my lungs. **sighs**
Then there's life on the romantic front. I currently have three options. One just wants me to do certain things with him, and doesn't really care to get to know me. Another wants me to be his emotional support and what not, but doesn't want a relationship, and a third doesn't want anything from me unless he's drunk. THEN I got a phone call from an ex who is very interested in rocking my world if I drive 6 hours to see him. What the goodness??? Where do I get all these offers yet NOTHING EVER HAPPENS?! I'm tired of being without. Is it so much to want to date some one who isn't a complete douche and be able to get some on a semi regular basis?
~Mar~
