i’ve got a lot i want to talk about and can only type with one hand. Try to make a long story short.
After losing my apartment last summer, the 7th one in two years, i moved in with a sober couple. He has 14 years, she has six. Good place to be sober, but not a good place to live. They’re hoarders, and they have a significant bedbug problem. So after a couple months, i moved in with other friends. They still use, but their DOC (meth) isn’t the same as mine (alcohol), so temptation is rare. (full disclosure: i have used a few times). But i can drink when ever I want, and I have been lately. A lot.
Kevin and I get along most of the time, but he’s really surly when he’s out of dope and makes me feel like it’s somehow my fault. This shouldn’t bother me because he’s a guest here too and if Michal doesn’t have a problem with me, there’s no problem. but I’m a people pleaser and feel like i’m walking on eggshells when he’s around.
Then i got lucky. i was among the first to get the stimulus check. I paid some debts, gave Michal $100 for the “electric bill”. I know it’s going to the dope dealer but I haven’t contributed anything except food stamps since losing my job is November so i can’t complain. Anyway, the stimulus money is gone and i know i didn’t spend it all on alcohol.
I feel tense and anxious constantly, but i’d be crazy to leave a place where i live practically free. Also, I slipped on ice and cracked my shoulder a week ago, it’ll be a while before i can work since i can hardly move my left arm. Part of me wants to just grab my backpack and leave.
Just had to get that off my chest. Thanks for reading!