Yeah, we were married 7 years and had a son who was 3 when it just, well it just. Thats when my real adult drinking started again. Not blaming it on that, just before I was doing drugs and drinking. When she met me I had just dropped all my friends and moved to the country to get away from the shit.
Maybe a sixpack with a pizza on the weekends was it. Hell I have quit alot of stuff easy. I was one of the stoners in highschool in the 70's ya know. Built my first harley from parts at twenty, just progressed from there. Im still way better off than I was. Its really just harder now I think because I go what the fuck does it matter. Im not affecting anyone but myself.
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