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Where were you when I was sitting alone in the parking lot of the motel we called home?

Where were you when I picked up that needle and stuck myself with it?

Where were you? You knew he had HIV/AIDS.

I used to cry and feel so lonely without you there. So I would go outside and play by myself. In the parking lot of the motel we lived in. Where the heroin needle lay. The one my HIV infected uncle likely dropped on his way in.

I never knew where you were but when you found me sitting on the asphalt with a needle sticking out of my thumb that got your attention. Crisis averted, I didn’t get infected. Lucky for me, not you.

All I ever wanted was you to be there but you always left me alone or sent me away. I didn’t understand.

I learned to emotionally eat because when I needed you I was usually left alone in a room with a TV and every snack you knew I liked. Because you felt guilty for wanting to be alone with your addictions.

You made your addiction your priority and your guilt my problem when all I wanted was you.

At 13, being at my abusive boyfriend’s house was not only ok with you but it felt so good to me because at least he was there. Had you known that he put his hands on me, would that have gotten your attention like the needle did? I don’t know. I learned to put on my make-up that year. No you didn’t teach me. The bruises on my face did. I finally came to my senses and ran away from him. Lucky for me, not you.

Sending me out to the movies by myself on a weeknight was fun at first. Then it just became destructive to my comfort and educational growth. You rejected my presence when all I wanted was you. Despite you I had good grades and obtained my own educational opportunities. Lucky for me, not you.

I worked and helped pay the bills. I figured that’s how I could keep you. You were there for me when you needed me. Now I don’t know what it means to accept love without someone wanting something in return.

I quit college to work full time because I needed you. The more I made, the more you could depend on me. The more you were there for me. Becoming certified in pharmacy and making good money at 17 got your attention. I could steal pills for you and pay the bills you couldn’t. All I wanted was you.

I learned to sell pills to pay my own bills when I had given you too much money. I stopped before I got caught. Lucky for me, not you.

At 18 I moved away from you because I realized I couldn’t have you without a price. I couldn’t live your life. It hurt too much and ruined me when it didn’t. All you wanted was me. You gave me the guilt trip, took my money and sobbed. I got away from you with 90 dollars in my pocket. Lucky for me, not you.

Like your disease tagged along wherever you went, you followed me to my new home state. All I truly wanted was you. So I started living your life again. I was nearly arrested while on a run with your drug dealer. Lying to the cops got me out of it. Lucky for me, not you.

You each isolated yourselves one last time in 2004. Up until then I took care of you. In January and in February that year you ripped the band-aid off. You left me for good. I didn’t know it then but I do now, your deaths were lucky for me, not you.

Something else had you but still to this day, all I ever wanted was you.

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    • EJam TheFisherman Reply

      Ty for your truth & thoughts, subconscious & conscious. We all have a testimony & we all have a path that our Higher Power is either trying to guide us or allowing us to fall so we can look back after He dusted off the dirt from our bodies, either from someone who has been there or someone who was guided by the very one we were all running from. Ty, for your thoughts, your mind, your guidance, your direction & testament of what it was like, where we are now & where are we heading towards, either were on the fence, off of it or on the side we either want to be or not. It’s up to us to make a choice which was given to us & is the greatest gift of all. May we choose one that guides us all towards the light & not towards the darkest corner. Peace, Grace & Mercy to the ones who are still suffering & to the ones who tell us all how they suffered along with their experience of going towards the light. One without oil in the lamp to light it so they can see needs the one who has the oil to give freely so they too can be guided by the light which shows us it’s all about “We” who have to learn to once again believe, trust, & give to another who also needs the oil in the lamp.

  1. That was powerful. I admire you for expressing yourself and putting your pain into words.

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