Eventually,
I found that I was pregnant. I was 23. Against everyone's advice,
I had my baby. She was fine. Beautiful. No affects from drugs.
We were both VERY lucky. I had plenty of money in savings, which
is a very good thing, because none of the bars wanted me to work
for them since I was pregnant.
I moved home with my parents while I was expecting. I became much
more serious about life, and started considering that I should
start being more responsible. After all, I had made the choice
to have a child, and I took that VERY seriously.
 When
my beautiful daughter was 10 months old, I bought a house. I resumed
my career as a bartender. I continued my drug abuse, though. It
was during this period that my drug use began to increase. I had
always bought from drug dealers that were "middlemen". But, as
'luck' would have it,
one day I met MY
DEALER'S CONNECTION!
Yay! All of the sudden,
my dope was half price!
For a while I thought that it was a great thing, because I thought
that I would just save money.
I soon started doing twice as much dope.
Before long, I was REALLY strung out. I stayed that way for years.
Eventually, the bars
wouldn't let me work. I couldn't keep up with my bills. My family
was disgusted with me. Even my husband had gone straight. I finally
went into rehab. It did no immediate good, but it did help in
the long run. And for THAT, I am eternally grateful.
Rehab
eventually puts you back out on the street. I immediately got
fixed. While I was in rehab, my house was foreclosed upon. I was
forced to move back in with my parents, who were not happy with
the idea. I decided to get a real job. I was so proud of myself
when I landed a job with a very prominent Opthalmologist as his
assistant!!! Don't ask me how I pulled THAT ONE off. I loved it.
I learned so much. My family was proud of me. My self-esteem soared.
And, I decided to go to a methadone clinic. I had tried and tried
the 12 step programs, but, I just am not able to benefit from
that.
I continued to...»»
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