Drug Addiction Stories & Info

It’s a little after 2 in the morning. I can’t sleep. Monday is going to be rough and I just want to have a drink so bad. I can’t chance it, though. I have to keep my head clear when all I want is to just get drunk and forget what life has given me because of two very special people, my daughter and my son. One is here, asleep in the other room, the other was murdered a year ago. 

My husband and I had some problems. We split up. I just knew we would get back together but some girl a few years younger than us caught his eye. Before I knew it, they were living together while I was pregnant with our baby girl.

Last year, he picked up our three year old son and took him over there to spend a few days. I was prepared to go into labor any day. It was the last time I saw either of them. My husband’s girlfriend? She was on crack and also seeing another guy. The two of them were messed up and caught by my husband. He began yelling at them. Told them both to get out according to the neighbors who could hear it. One of them called 911 but it was too late.

Before the police arrived, the guy pulled a gun on my husband and then shot our baby for screaming. Then he shot the girlfriend (she survived) before turning the gun on himself.

I actually went into labor at the service for my son and husband. Now I have the most beautiful little girl in the world and she keeps me sane. I feel sad for her, though. She will never know her wonderful big brother or her special father. She will never have the protective arm of either one.

Still, I do what I can to give her a good life. I work hard and I have her in a wonderful day care center that encourages parents to pop in. I spend time with her in Mommy and Me on Saturdays and we are members of a really good church.

There are times like tonight, though, when I just want a drink, when I just want to forget what happened and pretend my little boy is in the other room sound asleep in his bed. There are times when I want to pretend my husband is at work and will be home for supper. There are times when I want to wake up and find out this past year was just a horrible nightmare.

I hear my little girl stirring. I guess I woke her up with my typing and moving around in here. I only hope and pray she never goes through what I did as a mother. One of these days, when she is old enough to understand, I will tell her how she saved my own sanity and how she is my personal hero.

When I see girlfriends huddled together in the mall, I think of Judy. When I see grown women having dinner together in a restaurant, I think of Judy. We had been friends for seventeen years. She had a way about her, beautiful and bright, slender and carrying herself well. When I thought of a best friend, I thought of Judy.

One night she called me and asked if she could come stay with me. She lived 400 miles away and had decided to leave her husband. She moved in and that is when another side of her that I had never seen emerged. Somehow, somewhere, Judy got hooked on prescription drugs. She had no ailments that I knew of so I did not understand all the pain medications I saw on her dresser in the guest room. I asked her about it and she said doctors give them out left and right to her. She even told me I should give them a try as they made her feel good. I was shocked. I tried to talk to her about getting rehab but she informed me she was not an addict and could quit anytime she wanted.

Still, for the most part, she seemed okay. I helped her get a job and we went out one night to celebrate. Beautiful Judy usually had no trouble getting guys and that night was no exception. She caught the eye of several guys. A man I had recently begun dating showed up at the club after work and we danced and played pool while Judy flirted with her admirers.

I went to the restroom and when I came back, the man I was seeing (Paul) was visibly upset. He told me he thought he should go and looking at the time, I felt the same way. I asked Judy if she was ready and she said yes. I said goodnight to Paul and Judy and I left for home. On the way she told me Paul had made a pass at her. I was speechless. Still, she was pretty so I was not surprised.

The next day when Paul called and asked me out for the following evening I said no. I told him I did not want to see him and told him what Judy had said. He told me she had actually come on to him after he caught her attempting to put something in my drink!

I confronted Judy and she shrugged and said “Yeah, so what? I just wanted you to loosen up some.” That conversation ended seventeen years of friendship. I found out through a mutual friend that her marriage ended because her husband could not handle her addiction to the pain relievers.

I miss the Judy I used to know. I heard she lost her job and took off back to our hometown where she got busted a couple of times for drugs before going into court ordered rehab. Sometimes, when I see two friends sharing a moment together in the mall or a restaurant, I think of her. I miss my friend, Judy.  I wonder if she ever thinks of me?