R is for Regrets

When we’re active in our disease, we tend to be self-centered. The world revolves around us and for me, it revolved around my next bump of blow. If you stood in my way of that than I was quick to cut you out of my life. If I didn’t remove you then I lied to you. No matter who you were. Mom, dad, sibling. I didn’t care. You were an obstacle to me getting high so if it meant a fib here and there, I didn’t even bat an eye or feel an ounce of remorse as I spun my web of deceit. After all, my drugs numbed my pain, what was one more thing to numb?


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Thirty-five Years and One Day

She couldn't help herself from inhaling her husband's scent before she carefully slid out of her side of the bed. They'd been married for thirty-five years. Thirty-five years and one day. Last night they celebrated with too much wine for her and too much vodka for him. Much too much vodka for him. He wouldn't be up for several more hours despite the sunshine already making its way across their tiny front lawn.

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