Being in love with a recovering down addict.
4 and a half months ago, I found myself in Edmonton Alberta. And there I found someone who I really cared for. Within three days of meeting him I moved in with him. But at the time it was like it was supposed to happen.
I fell quick for him. In the early stages of our relationship, he told me how he used to be addicted to Herion. I knoe he wasnt lying because I could see the tracks that had scared on his arm. He hadnt used for two years. He was on methodone.
I came home ,I brought him with me. Everything was wonderful. My family loved him , which made me proud because I knew I picked someone my family cared for.
I would cook for him, I would clean for him. I used to do his laundry.
Last night he drank a 26 of Alberta Premium Rye and ended up kicking the sh*t out of me. My jaw is swollen and now leans to the right side. My centre bottom tooth to the right is now pushed out further than the one on the left. The inside of my mouth is cut.
We were no longer together. But because he had no where to go, because he knows no body, I decided to let him sleep over for the night and then leave at 8 in the morning. This way he would have have time to find his way around. The internet is a wonderful thing.
He tells me he isnt leaving when I wake in the morning. So to make a longer story short, Ill just say that a big person I knew had to wrestle him to the ground this morning in order to submit him to leave.
ANYWAYS...
He leaves. And then shows back up 3 hours later. I didnt open the door. He holds up this box, as if to say I have a present for you. I didnt open the door to except it. I told him through the glass door that he had to leave. He told me with biggest of eyes that he was sorry. And he left.
So then Im sitting upstairs and he calls me. He apologizes, and for some reason I think its sincere. Then he proceeds to tell me that the box he held up was perfume (because thats what I collect) and he left it outside the screen door. That right there made me cry while I was on the phone with him.
So I get off the phone with him and I run downstairs. I open the lock so quickly, pop open the screen door and ever so quickly grab this pink and silver box off the ground. I shut the door swiftly, and proceeded to my bathroom.
The perfume is GORGEOUS! And the smell is not cheap, it is a very expensive bottle. Its the most beautiful smell I have.
He never came back or called me again tonight. When he called me previously he said he is on his way to Winnipeg and and is leaving at 83opm. He asked me to meet him at the buss station. I didnt. Is that selfish after the amazing gift I recieved? Even though he kicked the crap out of me? Should I have atleast helped him get home or seen him once he boarded his bus?
ISITNORMAL??