I told him (because it is my habit, because I think perhaps it will somehow serve a purpose) that my “perfectly adorable daughter” used and she is now clean. I think I am trying to remind myself that “those kids” are “our kids,” that those kids have mothers who know that deep inside they are perfectly adorable too.
He tells me that he will be sure to clean it up and I’m embarrassed because I certainly didn’t show it to him for that purpose.
“You like to think we live in a safe place,” he tells me.
“Oh, wait, lets stop there,” I insist, because I need to, because I want the talk to stop, or because I need it to stop there, right there. “We live in a safe place,” I say to him. “Let’s say ‘we live in a safe place,’” I appeal. Nervously and to divert his attention from my mother-of-a-recovering-addict needs, I add, “Now, don’t f*ck with me,” hoping my normie cute-mom look is working for me.
“No, I wouldn’t do that.” he laughs. “I haven’t even had coffee yet.” He wishes me a good day.
I am still a lil’ bit shaky as I write, but I’m holding hope and I really like the boringness of normies, normal people telling other normies, to “have a good day!” That is the way it should be.
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The following is the comment from my kid, Sarahjoy :
My Mother is the author of “The Empty Beer Cans” blog. She wrote she envisioned “messy-hair people, dark, and dirty.” I’d like to make a few comments regarding society’s view of the common addict.
Kids often excuse themselves from class to use the restroom, for a quick “wake-up.” Teens watch their older siblings experiment and follow in their footsteps (often stealing from that very stash). I’ve personally seen kids use with their own parents. I know people in recovery who used for the first time with a parent or other close family member. Almost anything can be crushed and snorted. That empty pen casing could have been used for cocaine, crushed pills (diet, muscle relaxers, sedatives, pain pills, etc.), heroin, speed (AKA meth, shit), etc.
I personally didn’t use until I was twenty-one years old. Drugs took me to my bottom by the age of twenty-five, when I tried to get clean the first time. So, take a closer look at the kid bagging your groceries at your local market. Wonder why your coworker seems so bi-polar. Your husband/wife sleeping next to you may have a dirty little secret of his or her own.
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Patricia, Editor said ... I am left stunned, again. D*mn kid.
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