Dating drug dealers
As a young, dumb 18-year-old just barely in college, I was angry at what he had done but I didn’t want to lose him.
I placed everything below him and started down a seriously ugly path.
Unless you are excellent at lying or enjoy living a double life or simply don’t care, this will be stressful. If you work in the ‘real’ world the hours you each keep will clash, as will your attitudes to work.
If your sick leave starts to go up you need to consider you have a problem.
The money he had lying around was just due to him working two jobs, like he told me. It wasn’t often that I slept over, but when I did, I never got any sleep.
I got up and walked to the door when someone knocked and my ex freaked out, leading me to question what was really going on.
They may be nice to you, give you things and flatter you – don’t take it personally. It is easy to get hooked on the drama and intrigue. Dated a drug dealer and have something to add – love to hear from you.He wasn’t a large, scary manly man who seemed intimidating; he looked like a cute nerd with a goofy smile and a heart of gold.So when he’d wake up and go to the door multiple times at night, I just thought he led a weird but active social life.Flinging the door open, I was greeted by an unfamiliar and large man who looked at me and asked where my ex was since he “needed his stuff.” I turned to look at my ex, who avoided my gaze as he pulled multiple baggies of drugs out of his back pocket and handed it to the man in exchange for money. To be honest, I had no idea just how involved in this world he truly was. I wanted to leave right then and there, but it was one o’clock in the morning and the walk back to my apartment wasn’t safe.Was he selling to a few friends or was this a citywide drug house? I slept on the couch, full of confusion and denial.