This is my life story, sorry if you think its annoying but ive built up a lot of self confidence to tell and please no hate.
ok, so it all started in 2010, Me, my sister, my dad and my lovely mother were just having one of those lives, kind of a happy go lucky kind of life so far
no regrets to anyone or anything.
Then I started seeing a girl named Chaussie, which I adored so dearly, she treated me like the most valubale diamond on a ring ever, she was so neat and interesting, it intreeged me to know more, we started talking, flirting and after about two and a half months, I was madly in love with the beautiful Chaussie S**** (Respect to her identity). We went out to movies every Friday, and i'd take her for dinner, it was honestly the most perfect thing in the world
Then, after about two years into our relationship (2012) I found out she was cheating on me. What I suspected and got out of the guy she was cheating for about, a little under a year. I was broke, I was ready to rip the face off this big ass line backer on the football team, the guy she was cheating on me with, but I couldn't do anything( Im 6'1 maybe 165 lbs QB of the football team, hes about 6'6 240 pure muscle and linebacker of the football team). So for a while I went into one of the darkest stages of my life, depression.
November 21, 2012,(month after my tragic breakup) Me and my dad and sister were watching a WW2 documentary, then we got a call from the hospital, my mom was driving home from work, living in canada the roads were shitty, but the cops had called us from the hospital, told us she has been hit by a drunk semi-truck driver, so we all went into shock and my dad drove us all the way over to the hospital. Then the doctor broke it to us, we had about 6 seconds to make up our mind, either let life take its tole and take my mothers life, or hope to god the doctor can revive her, which would lead her to be in pain for the rest of her life (doctor said it would feel like every bone in her body id breaking ever second how severe the pain was) this was the hardest choice of me and my families life.
We chose to let life take its tole and take her life...
My dad is now married to a girl, im not very fond of, no one can ever do the job my mom did, and the worst thing is, I didn't even get to tell her how much I loved her or even goodbye... I think of her every day and that will never stop.. I do have depression now, Im very soft spoken most of the time and ladt Wednesday I broke my leg playing baseball (just my luck)
I have resorted to pot, I've only tried it once, my dad has pot, hes in a lot of pain so he goes to that a lot (I don't support that decision but I see where he comes from)
When I was born, i was pronounced dead by a secondary ed. doctor, luckily my family doctor was there, both of my lungs had collapsed. My doctor had a feeling I wasn't down and out yet. They had all these machines running, and two tubes going into my body, reviving me. He saved me. I was in the hospital for 4-5 weeks and I was kind of healthy, I have asthma and lung problems. Then came the pot, i was having a terrible day and I tried it, I took some from my dads stash. Dropped out cold, found by my step mother she brought me into the hospital.
My question is, im scared of being a stoner tbh.. Will I get hooked?? I just don't want to be known as that.. ( no offense to all the weed smokers on FK )
Please help.
I hope you enjoyed my life story, please no rude comments, or statements.
Thank you dearly,
Mack