Blow.
When I was sixteen.
I was a young 16 years old when I met a matured 21 year old Mike. Within mere weeks we were official. Our age difference made people cringe, but we would shrug it off. Age was only a number. Within weeks of the beginning of our relationship, Mike had opened a plethora of new doors for me. I started with alcohol, I truly loved alcohol. I loved the bitter taste, and the intense burning. Being drunk had easily become one of my new favorite feelings, it made me carefree, it made me forget all about the things that were stressing me out.
Alcohol was always there but soon after Mike thought I was getting drunk too often, he showed me something new. Marijuana. Weed was his favorite substance. He loved weed more than anything in his life. Including me, his family, and his friends. I quickly fell into a routine of smoking bowls of weed every day, it kept things grounded and intense for Mike and I. He enjoyed showing me off to his friends, bragging about ‘his party girl’. He loved getting me high, getting me drunk. He lived on the excitement of my high and a couple months after the weed-smoking began, it seemed to be all we would do.
My parents wanted nothing to do with me. My siblings thought I was disgusting for dating an old man, and I had already graduated high school at the young age of 16. My parents had forced me to move quicker than a normal high school student’s pace and I had graduated the end of my sophomore year. My brain was worn out, tired, stressed. And my body, it suffered from no sleep, long hours, and pure exhaustion. But with Mike, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that he was mine, and I was his.
We had hit a year. A year as the ‘party-couple’, we had made it. I was so proud of our accomplishment. So proud of it all. Everything I’d stuck through, all the new experiences I had taken on, the new friends that came with Mike & I’s relationship. I was 17 and in a serious relationship with an almost 22 year old. Age was still a number.
We had a huge party that night. Tons of friends from all over the state, there to party with us and celebrate our one year mark. Mike seemed incredibly happy, a smile on his face the whole night. That night would seemingly change everything however. Because that was the night he introduced to my new best friend, Cocaine.
Alcohol was always there but soon after Mike thought I was getting drunk too often, he showed me something new. Marijuana. Weed was his favorite substance. He loved weed more than anything in his life. Including me, his family, and his friends. I quickly fell into a routine of smoking bowls of weed every day, it kept things grounded and intense for Mike and I. He enjoyed showing me off to his friends, bragging about ‘his party girl’. He loved getting me high, getting me drunk. He lived on the excitement of my high and a couple months after the weed-smoking began, it seemed to be all we would do.
My parents wanted nothing to do with me. My siblings thought I was disgusting for dating an old man, and I had already graduated high school at the young age of 16. My parents had forced me to move quicker than a normal high school student’s pace and I had graduated the end of my sophomore year. My brain was worn out, tired, stressed. And my body, it suffered from no sleep, long hours, and pure exhaustion. But with Mike, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that he was mine, and I was his.
We had hit a year. A year as the ‘party-couple’, we had made it. I was so proud of our accomplishment. So proud of it all. Everything I’d stuck through, all the new experiences I had taken on, the new friends that came with Mike & I’s relationship. I was 17 and in a serious relationship with an almost 22 year old. Age was still a number.
We had a huge party that night. Tons of friends from all over the state, there to party with us and celebrate our one year mark. Mike seemed incredibly happy, a smile on his face the whole night. That night would seemingly change everything however. Because that was the night he introduced to my new best friend, Cocaine.
11/17/13