It was bound to happen. I should have seen it coming. But I had gotten so sloppy and careless. I should not have been surprised but surprise is still the emotion I felt when it all happened. When the walls came tumbling down and I had to face the harsh ugly truth:
I'm an addict.
It had gotten to where I would get so euphorious that I couldn't see through the haze - the sprinkles of powder on my clothes. Or maybe it was the tell-tale residue on my upper lip. It could have been my unusually high energy at 6:30 in the evening. That's not normal for any middle-aged woman. Especially one with a 2 year old. Ahhh, the idiocy and lack of functioning brain matter of an addict.
Damn ye to hell, sugar donuts! DAMN YE TO HELL!!!!
2 comments:
We could start a support group: Donut Free America! I'll pick up some Krispy Kreme for the meeting! ;o)
LOL!
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