My plan was to quit doing meth after my first semester. When I didn’t have the money to buy meth, I’d steal $50 from the cash box to pay Kasper, a drug dealer I’d met through my ex-boyfriend, in the parking lot behind the studio. I thought about doing meth all the time, but the fear of going back to it kept me from relapsing. Though I had somehow kept my meth use hidden from him, he knew I was drinking. She reminded me of the women I’d see on a Sunday morning at the farmers market buying organic basil and sunflowers.

Source: Huffington Post May 14, 2024 17:37 UTC