A year and a half ago, I invited this guy who seemed real keen on me to dinner with my family. It went well, though at first I thought it was a catastrophe. I assumed he was going to be just another fling or romantic escapade.
I thought I wouldn't change my life for him, but gradually, it just happened. At the beginning, he gave me a choice: continue my ways, or quit drugs and take a chance with him. So I took a leap of faith, I figure I'll try anything once; that life couldn't get any worse. He had managed to keep me around for a few weeks, so despite his crude humour and brutal honesty, I found him charming and attractive.
He turned out to be the nicest, most caring man I've ever known and loved. He supports me and enthuses me to be stronger. Since quitting drugs, I've gotten a lot healthier and happier!
We moved in together, and had an array of different houses and house mates. It's a very quiet life, I introduced him to PC gaming and he got me on the xbox. I drink a lot less and feel sad/anxious a lot less.
I've lost a lot of friends in the process, but I also gained a few and so much more than just that. Respect and love for myself and for another human being again.
