Okay, I haven't exactly had the time to update anything lately, because I've had a crap ton of life hit me like a brick wall. I've been filling out college applications, scholarships, taking tests at school, and dealing with the repercussions of my now ex boyfriend's life. I'll give you a little back story.
Today would be my one year anniversary with my ex, Clayton. We broke up about two weeks ago. Clayton and I did not have a good relationship. In fact, it was downright awful. He was extremely abusive, verbally, mentally, and physically. At one point he almost broke my jaw because he slapped me too hard. He would shove me and pin me down while screaming in my face. He constantly slapped me for doing or saying the wrong things. He choked me several times. Thankfully he never raped me. He was also a drug addict, and went from just smoking pot- which I have no problem with, to spice- which I quit smoking after I had a seizure off a laced batch, to popping Vicodin and Oxycodone, and Hydrocodone, to doing Heroin. Two weeks before we broke up I was at his house and we had fallen asleep. I happened to wake up before him which was rare and grabbed his phone to check the time. I saw that he had some texts from a girl named Macy. I looked at the conversation and saw that they had been flirting and planning to hook up at her 16th birthday party a couple of days later. I snapped and confronted him, screaming at him and packing my things demanding he take me home. He did and we ended up working things out- or so I thought. The next morning a phone call from his mother woke me up. She was bawling and asking me what drugs he had taken, what alcohol he had been drinking, if he had been doing heroin. At the time I was completely oblivious to the fact that he was addicted to Heroin. I only thought he had been taking Tramadol and another pain killer that he had taken from her. I told her that, and she said that he was being rushed to the hospital emergency room in an ambulance, because his roommate and "best friend" had found him unresponsive and seizing out on the couch in their lodge. My dad took me to the hospital to see him but he refused to let me in. Later I found out that he was still so out of it that he didn't even know they said I was there. When I brought him home from the hospital later that evening, he was in terrible condition. His entire spine was bruised where they had the spinal tap, he was soaked in something, I think it was urine or vomit, and had the sickliest green complexion. I begged him to tell me what he had done, I was crying all day in hysterics over him. I begged and begged and he finally broke down and told me that he had done Heroin. Slowly, I listened as all of his lies came unraveled. He hadn't just done a ten sack of heroin like he said, he had done at least a thirty sack by himself, if not more. He had overdosed. He almost died. That was on a Saturday. Things were relatively normal as he went through withdrawals. Monday he kicked his roommate out since the guy had gone into hiding all weekend (he was doing drugs too.) Then Tuesday happened. Normal morning, he was still sick, so he went to the nurse. He came back mad. I didn't know what had happened and then I didn't see him after second hour like I was supposed to. I found out about an hour later that he had been arrested for theft of a drug test from the local CVS Pharmacy. He stayed in the local jail for exactly one week, and they then released him to fly out to California for rehab. As far as I know he is still there. One week after he arrived in California, I got a call from him. It was the night of Homecoming at my highschool and the football game had just ended. I was very tired from hanging out with my friends but I was still so excited to hear from him. The conversation was very brief. His answers were short and he was very depressed. Someone needed the phone so we planned for him to call me about an hour later. When he called again I went outside. Long story short, he said there was no point in being in a relationship if I had any doubts. After everything he had put me through there was no way I couldn't have doubts about things so he broke up with me. That was the end of our relationship. The next day my neighbor, Aaron was walking by my house, and I ended up walking across town with him to visit his sister. We talked about what had happened and he told me how much he hated seeing the way Clayton had treated me, he just couldn't do anything because I wouldn't admit there was a problem. We started hanging out every day, and one night his other sister invited us to come over and drink. So we got super wasted and listened to some bad ass music and Aaron and I stumbled back home around 3 AM. His step dad saw us and snitched to my step mom. SO basically that's what happened to get me grounded. The next day we went out (our parents hadn't known yet) and he asked me to be his girlfriend. It wasn't super cute or Tumblr worthy. He just said "what do you want to be?" I said "more than friends." "Okay." "Okay." And that was the start of our relationship. It's been about two weeks now. And I'm happy to say I'm happy. He doesn't raise his voice, he isn't disrespectful. Hell he let me clock him in the jaw last night because he's been teaching me to fight. *His jaw is still noticeably swollen and red* I'm just really happy because I can finally be me. He supports me. He doesn't want me to change. And I don't want him to change. ANYWAYS, sorry for the super long super boring chapter that was super depressing. Go read Deepest Shade of Jaded, it's awesome and I would love some feedback. Comment what I should write about next.
