Shortly here I should be meeting David for breakfast and I have so many fucking mixed feelings about the whole situation. David is a good friend of mine, the whole reason I went to treatment actually. He was the one when I was on my 4th day of kicking dope cold turkey said I looked like shit and gave me the choice of rehab and have his friendship or telling my whole family my habit and letting them deal with me. At least now I've been clean for a little while now though and I don't look like a hardcore junkie which tends to be my appearance after awhile of using.
While we were eating, it was somewhat awkward. It's like you see in the movies when the two people are trying so hard to have a conversation but they can't seem to really get one going. We were asking dumb questions like "how is the family" and it just wasn't what I was expecting. I can't say it was bad...but it could have been better. I had a feeling he knew I wasn't completely sober.
I'm not even sure to be quite honest. I think our friendship was ruined when I let him take me to rehab. Ever since I got out of treatment it hasn't been the same...but nothing has been really. It's like don't get me wrong, being sober has it's pro's and con's just like using but it feels like something is just missing.
Well I'm going to go have a smoke and eat breakfast now, I'm hungry as hell. Then I got to go to my suboxone doc and get a refill.
----Update----
Well I didn't get to write about how things went when I got back because my cousin came over and I ended up getting distracted with a bottle of alcohol...thank god I didn't get too hammered. I just drank a little to get my mind off all the memories and emotions that came up talking to him about shit...and it worked. Some would call this a relapse but I'm sorry to say it...my problem isn't with alcohol, it's with illegal drugs, mainly heroin. I have the control to say "just one drink" but I never could say "just one hit" or "just one shot". While we were eating, it was somewhat awkward. It's like you see in the movies when the two people are trying so hard to have a conversation but they can't seem to really get one going. We were asking dumb questions like "how is the family" and it just wasn't what I was expecting. I can't say it was bad...but it could have been better. I had a feeling he knew I wasn't completely sober.
I'm not even sure to be quite honest. I think our friendship was ruined when I let him take me to rehab. Ever since I got out of treatment it hasn't been the same...but nothing has been really. It's like don't get me wrong, being sober has it's pro's and con's just like using but it feels like something is just missing.
Well I'm going to go have a smoke and eat breakfast now, I'm hungry as hell. Then I got to go to my suboxone doc and get a refill.

