Drug Addiction Stories

I had been divorced about eight years when Sally came along.  She was beautiful.  I was feeling my age and trying to date younger women, when came this woman, closer to my own age who could outdo any of the younger ones, in just about anything.

I could not believe this woman cared about me.  We would hang out with friends and she would be the life of the party.  She had more energy than girls half her age.  You would never have known that Sally had a stroke three years earlier.  Still, I had to open my mouth one night when I was drinking and ask her if she monitored her blood pressure.  “Why?” she asked.  “I’m healthy.”  I told her I did not want to hook up with someone, fall in love and lose her.  Sally looked at me and told me that was a little mean and slightly took on the pot calling the kettle black.

I was an alcoholic and I also took pain relievers because of a back problem. Sally hated that I did that.  She tried to help me.  She took me places when my back bothered me; she drove us to my house and stayed over when I partied too much and she tried to tell me she would not disappear, that she really intended to help me.  Instead of seeing her for who she was, though, I acted like she was responsible for me.

I yelled at her one night, that I wanted some more alcohol but she hid the keys and told me she was not going after it and neither was I because she knew I was also taking pills for my back.  Then I took a sedative so I could sleep which really ticked her off because I was still drunk from the alcohol I had finished off.

I stumbled and fell and it hurt.  I told her if I died it was on her.  The next morning she took me to the clinic and the doctor got on to me.  Then she took me home, fixed me lunch, and helped me into bed before leaving the room.  I hollered for her to get her butt in there and rub my shoulders.  She quietly did so.  Sally stayed with me for those four days while I got over the bruising from where I had fallen.  The day I finally was able to go back to work, Sally sweetly kissed me and told me to have a good day.  When I came home, she and her things were gone.