I don’t think I spoke to B for about a month after the last episode. I was clean – he wasn’t.
I moved into a swanky little flat with a mezzanine floor converted from an old mill. It looked beautiful but was so expensive that I never paid the council tax (that bit me on the arse a few years later – government agecnies are not as inefficient as you might think).
B and I split up, then we got back together and he came to live with me.
I think it lasted a few months but was always slightly chaotic. We did the normal stuff like making meals and cooking over a glass of wine, then we’d take it to the extreme and have 3 bottles of wine and smoke weed. We were almost there in living this ‘normal lifestyle’ to outsiders but we were nowhere near.
The final straw was when I’d cooked a romantic pasta dish but had run out of milk whilst making the white sauce. B was adamant that he needed some for the morning’s cuppa char before work so he said he’d go to the shop across the road. The pasta dish was sat under the grill, cheese browning. The clock was ticking. I knew before he even left the house that he wasn’t going to come back. It’s that psychic connection that you share sometimes with your partners. Maybe it was due to body language or tone of voice or perhaps just because I knew him well. The clock continued to tick.
I sat eating my pasta and drinking the wine on my own, absolutely livid and disappointed that he’d spoilt this romantic evening I’d had planned.
He returned two days later, no phone calls (I’d tried numerous times), no nothing.
He was swiftly ejected.
…..We eventually became friends again. I was lonely and skint, he was lonely and flush, so he used to come down to the house and we would occasionally score. Old habits die hard.
I came completely off subutex right before Christmas 2006 and felt like I was laughing for the first time in years. All the emotions that have been covered with this invisible emotional veil just come right to the surface. My face was constantly flushed and red and, if I wasn’t laughing at something, there’d be tears and I’d be crying. It was good to ‘feel’ again. Luckily those highs and lows have levelled out and I can now pass of as a perfectly normal human-being (if not a little crazy).
And old friends?
Well, B and I lost touch some years ago. I often miss him – he was a larger than life character. Is a larger than life character …wherever he may be.
I know that he got off drugs and moved to another part of the Country where he met a good woman, an older woman from what I gather, one who could reign him in and keep him on the right path. He went travelling around the World before returning to set up his own successful business. I have no doubt that he is now happy and at peace with life. He was my first love and they do say there’s nothing quite like a first love plus we had the added adventure of being addicts; soul-mates. In it ’till the end. That’s a powerful emotion. I sometimes wonder if he ever thinks of me.
Many have got off drugs, and many haven’t. Some are in prison for drug and repeat petty crime offences. Some are like me and have managed to turn their lives around. Some committed suicide when it all became too much.
Now, I have retrained. I’m at Uni and have just got a job in the career that I want. I’m with a solid, loving man who doesn’t like me talking about this blog; prefers not to know about the gory details. Who can blame him? My son is growing before my very eyes, unaware that I was anything other than his Mummy. I have lots of positive friendships that don’t revolve around drugs. It took a while to get my head around that and I do tend to get bored quickly but instead of immersing myself in a destructive behaviour, I find a new hobby or a new place to visit. Don’t get me wrong – when the going get’s tough, my mind has turned to scoring. Sometimes I’d love to just have that one bag of gear again… to smell her evil smell and to let her take over my body. But I don’t. And I won’t.
I haven’t touched gear for 6 years and that’s the way it’s going to stay.
Good night and god bless.
Thanks for listening.