How Being a Spoiled Child Helped Me Become a Drug Addicted Adult
Meet Stephanie, an opioid addict of 5 years...
My name is Stephanie and I am an addict. That introduction is something I will always struggle with. Why, you ask? Am I in denial, holding on to the delusion that I am in complete control of my life and that I base all of my decisions on what is truly best for myself and my children (that's right, there are children involved in the travesty but we will get to them later)? Not all. It is simply because I know better. My maternal family is full of classy, well-cultured nurses, writers, and people who picked a career and then pursued it. That is what you are supposed to do. Although my mother, herself, retired from waitressing, you wouldn't have guessed it by the shoes on our feet or the labels on our clothing. If everyone at school had one, so did I. Every toy fad that took over in the 90's, I had one. A brand new one, and when a newer version came out, I got that one too. My mom had some help from her well-to-do family members for the larger expenses, like my braces, After every orthodontist appointment, along with my school excuse, was a statement as to the amount still owed. Other parents must have had to make payments, my statement read Amount Paid ; $4,356 Amount Due: 0.00, I never realized how much money that was at the time, but once I learned it still didn't matter. I got a job when I was 16 because I wanted more money, My mom only gave me gas money, paid my cell phone bill, and car insurance on the car I refused to drive to school True it was the car I had asked for, but there was a primer spot near the trunk and that was humiliating. I drove that car until I graduated and although I received well over $3,000 for graduation, I wasn't going to spend it on a car. That was someone else's job. Sure enough, when I blindly enrolled in the local university with no major, or any idea how to even pick one, my aunt gave me her car. It wasn't a sports car but it was all one color and it had key-less entry and a 5 disc CD player, I probably didn't even thank her. I didn't stay in school but I did keep the car.
This is not the end of my story (hell it isn't even the half of it) however I am going to post this article as is and wait to receive some feedback before continuing any further. (Pretty much I'm just seeing if anyone is even listening before I continue talking). Any comments, questions or suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
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