The Introduction

Hello folks. Welcome to my brand spankin', shiny, new blog. I'm not sure how this is all going to go. Blogging isn't new to me. But openly talking about this part of my life, well, this is new to me. Let me start by telling you a little about myself...

I'm your typical female. I'm normal. Grew up with both parents, a couple brothers and a sister. We all get along great. I grew up in one of those phenomenal homes wherein our parents never fought. And when I say never, I mean NEVER. That's not an exaggeration in the least. The first time I ever knew my parents to have fought was when I was well over the age of 30. Pretty surprising, huh? I have your typical 9-5 job. A few times a month, I work a late shift. But other than that, I get up at 5:30am, shower, apply a fresh coat of war paint, drive to the park and ride and make the daily commute via Port Authority to downtown Pittsburgh. It's a pretty simple, routine life. In the evenings and on weekends, I have some great friends that I hang out with. Some weekends, I make a trek out to Fayette County to hang with some more friends I have out that way.

About 18 years ago, I met and married a man. We met and got married all within 3 months. I bet you're thinking, "that's just crazy talk", aren't ya? It's true! We thought we were in love, and it just seemed like the right thing to do. He was a military man, and he dragged me all the way from Los Angeles to Pittsburgh when he got out. We were married for 15 years, alot of it volatile, before he began his love affair with heroin. If I thought it might have been volatile before, this was when the real roller coaster ride began.

Don't get me wrong idea peoople, I'm no shrinking violet. I'm a damn good judge of character. I'm street smart (after all, I'm from L.A.). I'm intelligent to boot. But this man took me for the ride of my life. I ended up in situations I'd never dreamed of before. If you told me the night I married him what would end up happening, I'd call you a liar to your face. I'm not going to go into it all in my first blog. Suffice it to say you'll read post after post after post of the trials and tribulations of being married to a junkie.

We're still married, although we're amicably separated now. There's been talk of divorce, which is inevitable. But there'll be more of that discussion in the future. I won't tell you his, or my, name. I'll tell you all about what was once my life, but I believe in anonymity for the two of us.

If you've ever known a junkie, had a junkie in your life, or even been a junkie, well this blog is for you. If none of the above apply to you, I suggest you read on anyway. You'll probably learn a whole lot, and you won't even have to learn it like I did, the HARD way! Feel free to leave comments, mock me, tell me I'm full of shit, whatever you like. But I promise you here and now, every word I write will be true.