murph
10+ year member
Low for Life
Well folks to anyone of you out there that remembers my old stories you are in for a real treat.
I'm gonna start this story off way back 2 years ago when it started all over again.
It was late September in 2012 when I made my first mistake... I was still an alcoholic POS at the time and one night after heavy drinking with a few friends I decided to call the girl we will call Sally. Me being me at the time a left an inappropriate voicemail and went on with my night. I however forgot the next day I had ever called her and then it began...
I decided what the hell why not, what's the worst that could happen. So I met up with her and we actually had a good time. At this point I had thought she may have changed but, let me tell you she was far from it. After some casual hangouts I decided to go visit my old college and have some fun. She did not like that I was around all of the quote "whores. So what does a crazy girl do? She breaks off our little thing and moves in with some 35 year old hick in the middle of nowhere. (OVERNIGHT) I was very confused and somewhat relieved.
Here is where thing get ridiculous apparently the guy had beat her and trapped her at his house. He had at times "chained her to the bed" and let me tell you I barely could believe a thing she said. So for whatever reason I decided to "save her" by picking her up at a gas station when she was near town. I ended up sneaking her into my moms house for a few nights while things calmed down.
All the mean while between and during most of the days I was at my peak alcohol and etizolam use. I had been taking anywhere between 7-12mg of liquid etizolam with anywhere between 12-20 drinks. (etizolam is a research chemical near identical to zanax) So to get to my point I had to make a decision either choose the girl or the drugs. I decided to choose both and that did not work out too well.
Soon after we started what you can call dating... or being controlled by a crazy bitch. I started staying nights with her at her grandmothers house. (where she lived) Her bipolar swings got so bad that I thought she literally might kill me. Again for whatever reason I felt bad and wanted to help her so I stayed with her but, had not yet fully moved in. Then comes the day back in mid October... She pulled out my pocket knife while I was driving and tried to stab through her hand...
I'm gonna start this story off way back 2 years ago when it started all over again.
It was late September in 2012 when I made my first mistake... I was still an alcoholic POS at the time and one night after heavy drinking with a few friends I decided to call the girl we will call Sally. Me being me at the time a left an inappropriate voicemail and went on with my night. I however forgot the next day I had ever called her and then it began...
I decided what the hell why not, what's the worst that could happen. So I met up with her and we actually had a good time. At this point I had thought she may have changed but, let me tell you she was far from it. After some casual hangouts I decided to go visit my old college and have some fun. She did not like that I was around all of the quote "whores. So what does a crazy girl do? She breaks off our little thing and moves in with some 35 year old hick in the middle of nowhere. (OVERNIGHT) I was very confused and somewhat relieved.
Here is where thing get ridiculous apparently the guy had beat her and trapped her at his house. He had at times "chained her to the bed" and let me tell you I barely could believe a thing she said. So for whatever reason I decided to "save her" by picking her up at a gas station when she was near town. I ended up sneaking her into my moms house for a few nights while things calmed down.
All the mean while between and during most of the days I was at my peak alcohol and etizolam use. I had been taking anywhere between 7-12mg of liquid etizolam with anywhere between 12-20 drinks. (etizolam is a research chemical near identical to zanax) So to get to my point I had to make a decision either choose the girl or the drugs. I decided to choose both and that did not work out too well.
Soon after we started what you can call dating... or being controlled by a crazy bitch. I started staying nights with her at her grandmothers house. (where she lived) Her bipolar swings got so bad that I thought she literally might kill me. Again for whatever reason I felt bad and wanted to help her so I stayed with her but, had not yet fully moved in. Then comes the day back in mid October... She pulled out my pocket knife while I was driving and tried to stab through her hand...
