I worked in a drug and alcohol live center as a monitor.
I have no real experience with drug abuse.
We got engaged. He paroled to my address and moved in with me.
My lazy adult daughter and her boyfriend were always a constant thorn in my side.
He helped me get them to get out and although, it was a steamy situation, a lot of guilt on my side about it.
My daughter and granddaughter now have a place with her boyfriend. He helped me fix up now; our little house and things were good.
I’m a 50 something woman.
He is a 50 something male.
I lost my job when the company found out about our relationship.
Started smelling this stuff around the house. What’s that smell? What smells? Oh, it’s nothing.
Seen the little package. Oh, it’s that fake weed.
Nothing to worry.
His sudden outbreaks of anger. He needed a fix I guess.
We got into some heated fights. I suffer from depression and anxiety on meds for that when I do comply.
I was born with juvenile arthritis, so pain and narcotic painkillers were something I knew about and battled all my life.
Never became addicted to anything in my life.
I had both hips replaced. Thirty days after my last surgery I let go of my pain killers and went back to work. Met up with the ole boy and now its present day.
One day, I found a roach joint.
Wow, haven’t done that in a while. I smoked it and liked it but didn’t tell him about it.
He did mention for me not to smoke this stuff. He said this is not for you. Your mind can’t handle it.
He called it spice. Ahhhhh whatever! I don’t work but have an income. Anyway, maybe a week later I find a homemade pipe, argues fights threats…
you guys know the deal. I put two and three together. Oh just give him the ten bucks.
Bills were always paid. Food always in the fridge. Everything good. Got use to the smell.
Yeah because second-hand smoke. I was getting a little buzz I think. Found another homemade pipe.
Nothing really in it. Fucking resin.
Light up. Yummy…Horny, masturbates..love it.
Now, it’s game going through is stuff, finds a little here a little there.
Wait till he leaves the room. Run get a small pinch.
Yeah, I am not lying; I did that for about 20 days. One day he was painting the house somewhere I don’t know.
He called me to hand him something but had a blunt in his hand and told me to put it, yeah right.
I had some vodka drinks that day, so I hit the blunt before putting it, straight got sick.
He was yelling what did you take, he knew, what did you take. Nothing I was drinking phew, he said.
I went to the toilet shifted up, threw up. Got into the shower.
I think that might have been like the 10th day into my little bullshit with this stuff.
He is on to me. If I find out, you are doing drugs.
I am searching his stuff. I decide to go on the internet to research this K2. Oh, shit I better leave this alone.
Day 1: fuck I can’t sleep. Did not think twice about that, I never can sleep at night. I worked second shift for years until I lost my job.
So that was normal. I had no appetite with my greedy ass… what the fuck. More research, Oh no, more shitting, more puking.
Day 2: still can’t sleep or eat. It’s a fucking heat wave I’m pre-menopause that’s why I’m sweating like a pig.
Day 3: I’m scared now, I don’t want it, but why do I think I’m going to die. Why every fucked up thing in my life is on rewind in my head.
I call my daughter and granddaughter and beg her to see me for the last time. I have been severely paranoid.
Day 4: For PANIC-ATTACK called 911, they look up my files you will be ok, just stop messing around and take your meds.
I finally told my fiancé. Did I tell you not to touch that shit? More argues etc. Doctor gave me volume, and it helps. On the way to the pharmacy, yesterday in the car stomach cramps, heart pain, panic attack, slice of bread another before bed water
I was not even smoking grams or anything like that. And I am completely fucked up by this shit.
Only about 20 days or so I used. Please EVERYONE out there if you have never tried this shit, do not.
And if you are on it and think you can handle it like my fiancé, you are dead ass wrong. I read the stories seen the videos.
(I don’t know what’s going to happen to him. This man can function on it). I love him, but I got to get right before I can try and help him.
Of all people, I should have known better. But situations and life can bring the devil to your door if you are not paying attention.
Day 5: Up this morning three sips of his coffee, puke hack, shit and finally a boiled egg. Yummy.
As soon as he leaves for work panic, we cleaned the house of everything; he takes his shit with him I guess
I go downstairs dig throw the ash tray….
Cuts a volume in half and type this up.
AS soon as he left, i started to look through the house.
Today is day five boiled egg Thank you God it’s so good another one. No bitch K2 said. I said ok.