Drug Addiction Stories & Info

I am writing this to all women, young ladies who have been unfaithful with their partners.

I am writing because I too have made this mistake in the past and I am now learning the effect my bad decisions have had on the people I loved.

I was a young girl when I first started cheating on my boyfriend and I justified it by saying that I was too young to know any better, but then my behaviour never changed and I continued to be unfaithful to my boyfriends as I grew older.  I obviously never managed to keep any of these boyfriends very long, most of them caught on to my betrayal  and realized that my dishonesty was not something they wanted to be a part of.

I was unfaithful, dishonest and I was not loyal to any of my boyfriends and I hurt them as a result of this.  These are people who actually cared about me and I took advantage of that.  In the end I was the one who ended up hurt, broken hearted and disapointed in myself.  This only lead me to create more problems in my relationships, nothing good ever came out of it.

These problems I created for myself, made me hate myself and what I was doing to the poeple I loved.  I know now that commuinicating your feelings and thoughts to your partner will solve alot more then just taking the easy road of cheating on them.  I didn’t know any better then, so I couldn’t do this, but I just want to say to anyone who is in a relationship and is cheating on their partner, you are only hurting yourself.  Think twice about what the outcome may be and then think about whether or not it is worth losing your partner or your own dignity for that matter.

Stay faithful to the ones you love and you will see that it really is worth the effort, because a faithful and honest relationship is more rewarding then you can imagine.

Andrea S.

I remember that day.  I was in eighth grade, school had just started, and I was in line in the cafeteria for lunch.  I felt like I was being talked about and sure enough, I turned around and Bobby Jones, the rich kid down the street was pointing at me and whispering.  He finally spoke out loud where I could hear him, asking me where I had gotten my falsies.  He accused me of wearing a padded bra.

I cringed.  I had hit a growth spurt over that summer and to my disappointment I was the only girl in our small class that apparently had done so.  Unfortunately, the boys had noticed and they had definitely NOT had a growth spurt in common sense or maturity.

I was teased for several days about my fake top.  Finally, one day at recess, I lifted my shirt and screamed “what do you think these are?”  Everyone was speechless.  The rumors about fake breasts and padded bras stopped, but after I shut the door in Bobby’s face later that afternoon when he stopped by my house, a new one started.  I hated feeling like an outcast at school and began running around with some kids I met at the skating rink.  One night they talked me into trying some pot and soon we were into alcohol and by eleventh grade, cocaine.  I barely graduated, not even walking across the stage.  My diploma was mailed to me and I was just fine with that, never wanting to lay eyes on some of those kids again.

My parents figured it out and got me into a treatment program.  I cleaned up, got into college and then went into counseling, hoping to help someone else the way I was helped.  I wanted young people to understand that words can hurt and some choices can literally destroy a person’s life.  I lost a couple of friends to cocaine overdoses.  I wanted these kids to understand that some rumor does not need to have the power to change a life.

I did not go to the tenth anniversary of my high school reunion, but when the invitation for the fifteenth anniversary came, I decided to go.  I thought maybe it would help me to put closure on the past and in its own way, maybe even help some of the kids I cared about that crossed my path in a drug treatment rehab as a counselor.  As I filled out the RSVP card, I briefly wondered if Bobby Jones would be there.