I met one of the most beautiful people in my life. Funny, spontaneous, and attractive. I had not a “bout” with spice, but a short history. When my drug of choice wasn’t available, I would go to the head shops and cop a couple of bags and get it in.
Anyway, after it got demonized and taken off the market, that was pretty much the end of it. She freely and openly admitted that she was a Katy-head. And at first, it wasn’t a thing, “Everybody has a cross to bear.”
But then I started noticing the unprovoked agitation and mood swings: the lies and the adamant invitation to join. I did. Even wound up in the ER. But as I stayed around her, I started to see the ugly truth that the woman I loved and cared for is an addict.
I found ways to stick around, even after a miscarriage. She was upset, but soon after, she is smoking again. Now we’re pregnant again, and she’s 3-month pregnant.
She claims to be clean and not dealing with the stuff. I try not to stress on the subject, but the conviction is there. As much a man I claim to be…I am the problem for not pressuring her. She’s told me that I’m the reason why she smokes it.
Then she comes back and apologizes. I’m in love with a child on the way. Pray for us. I only want her happy, and this seems to be her biggest and best way of dealing with whatever she’s fighting.