Dating a drug dealer
Throughout our relationship, I was so emotionally invested in constantly trying to prevent breakups that I think it had a weird physical effect on me.
Meanwhile, the drugs had more or less changed him as a person.
All my friends had boyfriends, and I was reaching a point of near desperation.
Not to mention the fact that I’ve always had some self-confidence issues, and I unfortunately rely heavily on male approval to feel good about myself.
Tom* and I met in high school through a mutual friend when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore.
I’ve only ever had one real boyfriend, and I really was in love with him for most of the time we were together.And when the relationship was at its highest points, I can’t even begin to tell you how happy we were together, but the lows were miserable, even devastating.Still, as bad as it got, nothing was more painful and emotionally crushing to me than the realization that I was no longer in love with my boyfriend; in fact, I began to realize that I’d fallen out of love with him a long time ago.One of the things that Tom and I discussed in somewhat great detail was pot and how it had such a negative effect on all his friends.
He was the only one who didn’t smoke, and he told me endless stories about how stupid it made them and how their personalities changed once they started smoking.Tom and I forged on, though, and we eventually reached a point of contentment—even happiness—together.