My friend asked me who he was. And I mentioned the basic facts: how he ended up running around with the wrong set of people. Crack became his #1 and he eventually stole thousands of dollars from the safe.. He nearly lost his life once when he stabbed IN THE THROAT.
I completely left out that he was my first love. The one that sometimes comes to haunt you in the dead of night.
When I met Tony, I remember walking to work. Not sure what HE was talking about, but I told him that I wouldn’t let him ruin what I had going on. It was the last time he spoke to me.
Often I really need to know how he’s faring. Google helped me out with that. He’s currently in jail.. for trying to break into an ATM and for stealing a prescription pad and writing false prescriptions..
The best thing he did for me was to let go… And I wonder sometimes, when my life is so great and I love my husband beyond measure.. that I think of those last moments with HIM when I broke up. Where I begged and pleaded for him to quit the drugs.. to just flush it in the trash.. To give me some so my life could be ruined to (not that I expected to do it.. I was just gauging his reaction” And crying in the middle of the night on the curb waiting for my mom to pick me up..