When he walked into my life, I thought to myself, “Hey Madison, finally you came across a good guy.” Little did I know, he was going to introduce me to my own personal, dark hell. Hell is a understatement.
It started with drugs, lots of drugs. Which at the time seemed fun and exhilarating. We would stay up all night watching movies, smoking and doing drugs until I had to be at work at 7:30 in the morning. The thought of him would carry out as I was cleaning every messy room and destroyed bed in the hotel. Anticipating going home to my roommate, whom i was fucking. The thought of not mixing sex and someone I lived with crossed my mind a few times. Very few times.
My addiction to the drugs and to him kept growing stronger and developing quicker. The two went hand in hand. They were partners…
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