Holy fucking shit where the hell do I start?
My life could be a fucking novel to be honest and I might actually do that some day because that sounds like an amazing and very accurate book that people would totally love.
SOOOOOOOO... I guess I will tell it in parts.
UPDATE NOVELLA:
Chapter One: Drew
I wasted years on Drew. He turned me in to something. I still am not sure on whether or not that something is bad or good... or just "there". We did many things together, I had sex for the first time (willingly, we can get in to what was not willingly later ... maybe...) with Drew. He lived with a really nice kid and his weird (probably druggie) parents. Who willingly gave a minor (me) cigarettes and pretty much smoked more combined then us three. That was when my life took a turn. We started dating...
We two got cats together Illusion or Loulou for short. He was the best. He really could understand what people were saying. Arwen was the second and he was bottle fed from two weeks old by me every 2-4 hours, and stimulated to go potty by me. Drew ended up just throwing them in the shelter without telling me a few years later after breaking up even though he swore he'd tell me if he ever got rid of them.
I lived with him twice. The first time in a tiny one bedroom apartment. I did all the cleaning and cooking and he worked. It was great for a while until it wasn't. He started getting drunk and then getting violent. Violently trying to commit suicide by dunking his head in a toilet. Violent to the point where he hit me. A few nights later it was a kitchen knife followed by him grabbing his pocket knife and stabbing himself in the chest in the middle of the night.... in the middle of the street.
I was stupid enough to again try again with him this time in a house with six other people all the while I went to school (a SENIOR in HIGH SCHOOL!). He stayed up all night partying while I tried desperately to get enough sleep for work. He would force me to walk in the freezing cold because he didn't want to drive me. He partied on all sorts of drugs and alcohol; weed, LSD, shrooms, acid, and his favorite (soon to find out my least favorite of his drugs) Molly. He was violent on Molly which turns out was what he was doing when he was with me the first time. The best part about this Molly? Laced with the ol' Meth. The only drug I ever partook in was the Devil's Wonderful Lettuce.
My life could be a fucking novel to be honest and I might actually do that some day because that sounds like an amazing and very accurate book that people would totally love.
SOOOOOOOO... I guess I will tell it in parts.
UPDATE NOVELLA:
Chapter One: Drew
I wasted years on Drew. He turned me in to something. I still am not sure on whether or not that something is bad or good... or just "there". We did many things together, I had sex for the first time (willingly, we can get in to what was not willingly later ... maybe...) with Drew. He lived with a really nice kid and his weird (probably druggie) parents. Who willingly gave a minor (me) cigarettes and pretty much smoked more combined then us three. That was when my life took a turn. We started dating...
We two got cats together Illusion or Loulou for short. He was the best. He really could understand what people were saying. Arwen was the second and he was bottle fed from two weeks old by me every 2-4 hours, and stimulated to go potty by me. Drew ended up just throwing them in the shelter without telling me a few years later after breaking up even though he swore he'd tell me if he ever got rid of them.
I lived with him twice. The first time in a tiny one bedroom apartment. I did all the cleaning and cooking and he worked. It was great for a while until it wasn't. He started getting drunk and then getting violent. Violently trying to commit suicide by dunking his head in a toilet. Violent to the point where he hit me. A few nights later it was a kitchen knife followed by him grabbing his pocket knife and stabbing himself in the chest in the middle of the night.... in the middle of the street.
I was stupid enough to again try again with him this time in a house with six other people all the while I went to school (a SENIOR in HIGH SCHOOL!). He stayed up all night partying while I tried desperately to get enough sleep for work. He would force me to walk in the freezing cold because he didn't want to drive me. He partied on all sorts of drugs and alcohol; weed, LSD, shrooms, acid, and his favorite (soon to find out my least favorite of his drugs) Molly. He was violent on Molly which turns out was what he was doing when he was with me the first time. The best part about this Molly? Laced with the ol' Meth. The only drug I ever partook in was the Devil's Wonderful Lettuce.
Then he broke up with me over the phone at work, and I miscarried his child. He said he was glad it happened, but I was heartbroken. That was the final straw that broke the camel's back. I haven't heard from him since.
