I just experienced something and I don’t know if this is what it is like to be a substance abuser.
I went by the school to get Bookzilla. It’s Thursday, the one-on-one day. One-on-one means that each child gets time with a parent one-on-one. JMan thought that he had time with me today. I told him that it was Bookzilla’s day. Dejection washed over his face as I told him that he had to catch the bus for his mother’s house. He walked away slowly, watching the ground.
I felt like I had been hit in the chest by an ax. I wanted something to relieve me of the crushing weight on my chest. I walked home with Bookzilla and wanted to hit the Remy in the cupboard. I figured about four shots would do it.
Is this what it is like?