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Addicts Hurt Themselves and Others 5
Story 22 I have never been around anyone with any sort of drug or alcohol problem. Well, up until this past year. And as I suspected what I am witnessing with my person, is not unique or unusual. I have realized that I have walked into a world of complete and utter chaos. The helI I have been through this past year is never going to end. It is only going to get worse, and deeper in depth. There is a song by Jelly Roll called save me. And it reminds me of my person on so many levels. You guys should listen to it. If you don't already know it. I have always known that I have to get away from this person, and all the posts I see here confirms that. I am going to save myself, because I can, I don't have to stay with a person that has this disease, no matter how wonderful he is to me, both drunk and sober. He is a liability, to himself and to me... And I can not watch someone I love destroy themselves.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Confessions
Are You Talking To Me?
These girls use to come more often. During the last few months of working there, I noticed they came less frequently. I always wondered why. One of them, a glamorous and classy high maintenance type—you know, with the Chanel bag, gel manicure, and hair always done perfectly—came more often than the other. She was a regular. They both were but Ms. Chanel, who styled her silky light brown hair in cohesive waves, was more of a regular than the other.
By Elle Kim5 years ago in Confessions
Between a Rock and a Hard Place, Indeed
Although I currently call the province of Alberta my home, I'm a Newfoundlander, born and bred - and I'll be one 'til I die. Growing up in the '90s, I was the living embodiment of a free-range child. I was adventurous, chaotic. Choosing to cannonball rather than dip my toes in to test the water. My friends and I would leave our respective homes in the morning, ready to seize the day. Our parents rarely saw us until the streetlights lit the night sky like beacons; barring the occasional bathroom breaks and scavenging for food like the feral house goblins we were. My hometown has always been a wonderful, quiet little place, where our neighbors knew everyone's business, and always kept a watchful eye. These types of small towns instill a certain level of trust. If our parents only knew half of what we were up to! We were resilient children, and were confident that nothing bad would ever happen to us - until it did.
By Megan Oliver5 years ago in Confessions
Dating Disaster
Counterintuitive to the purpose of online dating, I, generally, do not reach out to or swipe right on anyone when I resort to this method of courting. The clear fact that makes me engage in this type of torture is the acknowledgment I will not meet anyone in his or her natural habitat or in mine, especially during a pandemic. However, prior to this self-imposed virus fearing abstinence, I was not the most sociable or observant when I was out doing day-to-day tasks. If a single person fell out of a tree in front of me, I would most likely step over him while engrossed in TikTok videos.
By Amy Solt5 years ago in Confessions
The "Igloo Experience"
I slid chopsticks into the bun on top of my head as the final touches to my oriental hairstyle. Bright green Eastern dragons laced my black see through birthday dress. Matched perfectly with my new clunky combat boots. I felt powerful, and ready for the "Igloo Experience", a date I reserved a month prior. I had a weird feeling about it as the night finally approached. Now I know it was my intuition teling me this night would not go as planned...at all. As a reward for survivng, I promised myself I would not repeat what happened that night. No regrets.
By Sydni Fantroy5 years ago in Confessions
A Hot Commodity
During the most awful time in my life I got arrested five times in just as many months. I wasn't really that bad of a kid. I was a stoner with hair down to my shoulders and girl pants round my butt, but I grew up in the heart of the most religious county on earth. It was like growing up in the truman show and I was the anomaly. Wearing tight pants, a stoned face, and long hair in my city was paramount to placing yourself on the "Most-wanted list."
By Michael J. Heil5 years ago in Confessions
The Hook Up from Hell
It was 2009, I was 19 years old and visiting my sister at Chico State. I had a fake ID and it was $5 dollar pitcher night at Riley's Bar. We were drinking long island ice teas. This babe I had met prior had invited me over to her apartment as her roommates were out of town. I was wasted, like lazy eyes wasted. I knew I needed to sober up cause this babe was smokin' hot and we were headed to pound town. I went next door and slammed a whole burrito down from Taco's De in hopes to soak up the booze. I even committed to walking the half mile to her apartment to hopefully get more sober. I arrived to her apartment and we immediately went into her bedroom and started to make out on her bed. The room was dark, like I couldn't see much at all. My stomach started rumbling and I quickly felt it turning. I was hoping it was just some big old fart that I could hold in and pass gas in the bathroom later. Unfortunately, that tacos de California burrito had a mind of its own that night and decided it wanted to have its own kind of party in my stomach. I tried my best to ignore my stomach noises and I kept making out with the hottie. My stomach pain continued and got so bad that I knew something unthinkable was about to happen. I told her to hang on for a second and got off the bed, but I knew my stomach wasn't going to hold on much longer. I couldn't make it to the bathroom cause the room was so dark and I couldn't locate the door. Luckily I found the window, a sigh of relief went through me until I couldn't open it. I figured it was probably open so I hoped to throw up out the window. Turns out it definitely wasn’t open was locked closed. Moments later I began to projectile vomit everywhere... and I mean everywhere you can imagine. The ceiling, window, floor, her jewelry box, cd player, clothing, bed, my clothes, everything was covered. But things were not over quite yet. I managed to find the door, ran to the bathroom where I just absolutely destroyed her toilet with explosive diarrhea and then proceeded to clog it. And yes, it was everything you are imagining right now, the sounds of explosiveness and just all around a situation you do not want to be in. I figured that everything had to be pretty much out of my system at this point. So now, there I was, standing in her bathroom with my vomit all over me and a never ever seen before clogged up diarrhea toilet in this girls bathroom. I was absolutely mortified to say the least. I quickly stripped out of my clothes into boxers, and she forced me to help her clean the vom. It was the least I could do so we cleaned it up. I apologized over and over and she still invited me to still spend the night. I appreciated the invitation but I kindly passed, walked back to my sisters in my boxers and puke clothes in hand. I showered and decided to head back to the bars to try to forget what happened. What a absolute blow out of a night this was- in more ways than just one. Fast forward to today, we live in the same small town and I run into her and her family pretty much on a regular basis. However, I know she’s still down to hook up!
By Rob catelli 5 years ago in Confessions
Boo!
I once owned a small dog named Boo. Boo was a quite small long haired dachshund with blue eyes and I, being not large myself, decided we were a good fit. During the early days of becoming acquainted, I discovered that Boo had a playful side. Among the games he enjoyed was grabbing any of my clothes to which he had access and running through the rooms, presumably so that I would give chase. Boo enjoyed this game more than I.
By Bonnie Allen5 years ago in Confessions
You Didn't Know
I’d know him my whole life. Well, not my whole life, but since I was 13, and how much of your life is really your life before that point? We were star athletes, make you laugh out loud funny, witty kids for whom good grades came easy. Confidence bordering on arrogance – well, more so him than me. But we were unicorns, the both of us – well, me more so than him. We had kissed, maybe more on occasion as we got older, but never dated. We had a chemistry of a quirky nature. Always flirty and fun smiles, but based in the comfort of true friendship. I think it worked because neither of us was someone that the other would want a real relationship with, and you don’t ever have to be anything other than yourself with someone you are never going to be with. We maintained a quiet closer friendship than our distant, public one. As we got older, we would go years without seeing each other. There was never a void when the absence of the other would loom, rather always an assured knowing (without ever thinking about it) in the back of our minds that our paths would cross again.
By Crystal Jae5 years ago in Confessions
