Promises Made and Promises Broken

I am obsessed with losing you. I am obsessed with your using.
I am obsessed by all the signs and flags and flares that were thrown up that I ignored in my almost selfish pursuit of happiness. It was too much to think that I could find another person that made me laugh that could be “normal”. I misread all the cues. I am now thinking about heroin again. Not thinking about using it. There were silent promises made and broken on a daily basis.


I dismissed myself in this process. As I received a steady diet of half truths, I settled into the idea that there must be something wrong- me of course. I thought it was me! How unsettling that is in retrospect. I blamed myself for your problems. I have become truly sick again. I have become immersed in the language and the mannerisms of a using addict believing them when I should be strong enough to recognize.


Do I enjoy the familiarity this scenario brings? The cryptic messages my brain feeds me screening out moments of truth? I have skated in this direction for many years. I have just never dove headfirst into the pool without checking the depth of the water. That water is all the tears I have cried over the past few weeks trying to figure out how I could get in this place.


Why in the fuck do I even care. Why the fuck do I keep going over this over and over again? I am so fucking mad at myself for getting caught in this fucking bear trap. Do I keep pulling at myself until I get ripped apart or do I try to strategize my great escape. These feelings are totally out of place in the fabric of my life. Who fucking cares right. Just let this go.

Like a tragic comedy, I hear the chorus inside my head telling me that something was amiss. You went back to it. While I raised my hand at the meeting, you pushed the plunger deeper into my heart. While I tried to be well, you wanted to get well. I am no better than you. We are absolutely the same person. We are both dying. The exception is that I am dying on the inside and you are waiting for the day you don't wake up.

Down, down, down. Waiting for the phone to light up. A text that tells me what to feel. I'll be there in thirty minutes. It is over, all over, again.


Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 8, 2017 at 3:21 PM

    Damn that hit home at this very moment. Phone stuck in suspended animation and motionless....the waiting game.

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  2. louis365April 9, 2017 at 8:31 AM

    Good stuff Tracy.

    To feel "normal". Well, If I can equate that to feeling like your a normal person. Yes, you are. A normal person, with faults. We ALL have faults Tracy. As I do. No one is perfect. Having faults is what makes us human.

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  3. nequeenb90May 1, 2017 at 2:42 PM

    I am in the middle of a similar situation. I KNOW I mean how can I not? But I continue to polish my rose colored glasses and pretend. Pretend your not lying, pretend like I don't know. I am falling into the spiral. I'm going to "bad" places to search for you, I'm also constantly clutching a phone waiting for THAT call. I hope I'm strong enough to save us both so to speak but if you continue to climb lower and lower I'll have to let go and save myself.

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