seven years ago I decided to go out with a 24 yr. old, I was 16 at the time, we were both poor and we both loved art, and his maturity level happened to be at my age (due to A.D.H.D.).He was really sweet, and cute, a big flirt. This was to be my second serious relationship.
I remember he had started to try a pill which was meth. I had no iead what it was, and tried to egnore it, so as not to bother him. he kept doing it and I convinced myself I could handle it, after all my mom is schitzophrenic, this was nothing. So as the weeks went on he just started to get worse, and I started to get concerned about the drug.
he was living with friends at the time, got evicted and then moved in with his mom, he lived like a building away, in my old building. When the drug started to bug me we would get in fights all the time, we would get really loud and verbally violent, and it only got worse.
I couldn't trust him, all his friends were girls, and he did jib (meth) with them, getting them to try it, one girl, name sherri, being a former classmate and acquantace. He would flirt with them all the time, to make it worse.
I couldn't understand what the hell was going on, why he would get so violent, move his eyes back and forth rapidly forever, constantly look out the window out of paranoia, (much worse than my moms occasional " they're out to get me").
I didn't get it when he constantly looked for meth, walked for hours to his dealers, just to get some, and things like that, it was devastating. All he wanted was meth at all times, it didn't take long for him to become a full blown meth user
I've met plenty of full blown crack-heads ho function better than he did even after about a month). All it did was get worse whn I hoped it would get better, i didn't ell anyone about it, except my best friend cause everyone already hated him, from my constant crying and complaining about him.
At first we had some time we spent together which were quality times, after he came down. We would still have fun about once a week and he was still funny, I had a sense that he cared and that maybe he would quit, and that I could trust him one day.
But those days soon became limited, less often, and he would become less trustworthy.His friends (other "jib teks") who I used to like sometimes, I grew to hate with a passion. My friends always told me to break up with him but I couldn't it hurt too bad. I was always telling him to quit and he was always telling me he was going to but he kept doing it.
