britfag1
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Well where to begin...
Normally one would begin at the beginning but that would be a too long winded and would not really be what I wanted to discuss. So I will start from September of last year.
My partner and I are both long standing heroin addicts and had been waiting for our benefits payment to arrive in our bank account so we could score and get that bloody damped monkey off of our backs. Whilst waiting we had a visit from an acquaintance of ours whose birthday it just happened to be on that day. Now then, every time payday would come around we liked to get some quality powder cola to rock up and have a few pipes as a treat. We had been doing this for quite some time and we would never buy any more than the initial order.
So we got our powder and had a few pipes and treated the birthday boy to a couple too. Whilst all this was going on there was a knock at the door that we were not expecting and when I went to answer it it was a girl that I had never seen before. She told me that a friend of ours told her to meet him there and that she had some white on her so of course I invited her in. She invited my Mrs to go into our bedroom with her and she offered her a hit of coke in the needle. I didn't think anything of this as we were iv users of heroin anyway but as soon as my Mrs had taken it she was like WOW THAT'S FUCKIN AMAZING and right at that moment I just knew that there were problems on the horizon headed in our direction.
After this night my Mrs just went crazy for the coke all the bloody time and straight up I can honestly say that even at our lowest moments if heroin addiction none of that compared to the problems that this white shirt caused. The lies started and she even turned to bloody prostitution to feed her cravings for the white powder. Come January I had finally had enough and I told her that I was leaving as I just could not carry on living the life that we were. I was hoping that this would shock her into taking some kkind of action to sort the problem out but alas it did nothing of the sort.
I had needed somewhere to stay after leaving the marital home so I had headed for a very old friend of mine at the other end of the country and upon arrival explained the situation to him and said to him I had an inheritance payment in the pipeline and that if he could look after me in the interim u would make sure that he was paid back when this payment arrived. He is also a fellow user by the way... So anyway he looked after me and kept my habit going which brings us up to the present moment. I've so far condensed everything I have told you about so as to get on to what it is that is really bothering me.
My friend and I have always wanted to start our own windows cleaning business and Mr having the money to do this said that I would be more than happy to sort this all out.
So my inheritance payment arrived and we have had a good few weeks partying smoking loads if rock and so forth and I have bought us the necessary gear to start our window cleaning business but there are a few things that have been bothering me which is why I am writing this thread here.
Now I am a bit of a scatter brain at the best of times but I am by no means stupid. The first thing that lit up the light bulb above my head was when we were having a session the other day and I had all of our gear on my side of the table and him having smoked what was in front of him asks me "is that you finished sorting me out then?" And I thought to myself wff? And I said to him what do you mean mate and he asked me if I wasn't giving him any more stuff to smoke. I said to him no mate of course there's more for you I ain't gonna keep it all to myself am I? I'm not that sort of person and tbh I find it boring to take drugs alone and I definitely wouldn't sit in front of someone taking drugs as I think it would be very frustrating for them to see that.
The next day we scored a few rocks and I gave him one and had began to open mine when I needed to use the toilet. Now I know for a fact that I hadn't finished opening mine but when I came back from the toilet it had been fully opened and had been cut in two.
Normally one would begin at the beginning but that would be a too long winded and would not really be what I wanted to discuss. So I will start from September of last year.
My partner and I are both long standing heroin addicts and had been waiting for our benefits payment to arrive in our bank account so we could score and get that bloody damped monkey off of our backs. Whilst waiting we had a visit from an acquaintance of ours whose birthday it just happened to be on that day. Now then, every time payday would come around we liked to get some quality powder cola to rock up and have a few pipes as a treat. We had been doing this for quite some time and we would never buy any more than the initial order.
So we got our powder and had a few pipes and treated the birthday boy to a couple too. Whilst all this was going on there was a knock at the door that we were not expecting and when I went to answer it it was a girl that I had never seen before. She told me that a friend of ours told her to meet him there and that she had some white on her so of course I invited her in. She invited my Mrs to go into our bedroom with her and she offered her a hit of coke in the needle. I didn't think anything of this as we were iv users of heroin anyway but as soon as my Mrs had taken it she was like WOW THAT'S FUCKIN AMAZING and right at that moment I just knew that there were problems on the horizon headed in our direction.
After this night my Mrs just went crazy for the coke all the bloody time and straight up I can honestly say that even at our lowest moments if heroin addiction none of that compared to the problems that this white shirt caused. The lies started and she even turned to bloody prostitution to feed her cravings for the white powder. Come January I had finally had enough and I told her that I was leaving as I just could not carry on living the life that we were. I was hoping that this would shock her into taking some kkind of action to sort the problem out but alas it did nothing of the sort.
I had needed somewhere to stay after leaving the marital home so I had headed for a very old friend of mine at the other end of the country and upon arrival explained the situation to him and said to him I had an inheritance payment in the pipeline and that if he could look after me in the interim u would make sure that he was paid back when this payment arrived. He is also a fellow user by the way... So anyway he looked after me and kept my habit going which brings us up to the present moment. I've so far condensed everything I have told you about so as to get on to what it is that is really bothering me.
My friend and I have always wanted to start our own windows cleaning business and Mr having the money to do this said that I would be more than happy to sort this all out.
So my inheritance payment arrived and we have had a good few weeks partying smoking loads if rock and so forth and I have bought us the necessary gear to start our window cleaning business but there are a few things that have been bothering me which is why I am writing this thread here.
Now I am a bit of a scatter brain at the best of times but I am by no means stupid. The first thing that lit up the light bulb above my head was when we were having a session the other day and I had all of our gear on my side of the table and him having smoked what was in front of him asks me "is that you finished sorting me out then?" And I thought to myself wff? And I said to him what do you mean mate and he asked me if I wasn't giving him any more stuff to smoke. I said to him no mate of course there's more for you I ain't gonna keep it all to myself am I? I'm not that sort of person and tbh I find it boring to take drugs alone and I definitely wouldn't sit in front of someone taking drugs as I think it would be very frustrating for them to see that.
The next day we scored a few rocks and I gave him one and had began to open mine when I needed to use the toilet. Now I know for a fact that I hadn't finished opening mine but when I came back from the toilet it had been fully opened and had been cut in two.
