We moved again...

We moved again..
Dec 6, 2008 1:38 am230 Views
So the Meteor and I moved to Pennsylvania. I was able to find a job immediately... it was the sort of job, that I wasn't sure I would have the intestinal fortitude for, but I was up for the challenge. There is a lot of money to be had out in the world, why shouldn't I try to find some for myself and my husband. I was going to be selling insurance. In order to be able to take the job, I had to go to an intensive 3 weeks of training, two hours away from our soon to be new home. So I would have to live out in Harrisburg for this time frame, no big deal. The Meteor and his cousin would handle moving us into our new apartment. Little did I know, at the time, that his cousin, we'll call him Adam, was a huge drug user, and had all of the contacts, that I was hoping the Meteor would stay away from. At the time, this was of little concern to me, it was more important to re-gain our Independence, and think about our future, together. I went to training, met some weird, cool, people from all over the state of Pennsylvania, while the Meteor was back in Montgomery County, unpacking and arranging the house hold. I finished training, came home, to wait for my Insurance Producer's License to be approved. I was told it could take up to six weeks. So six weeks, potentially, of not working. Now I was aware that the Meteor has taken to smoking a joint here or there. However, by the time I came back from training, he was purchasing about an ounce or two a week. You must understand, that to this point in my life, the only drug I have ever done was weed, and I did try speed once (I snorted it). I have no knowledge how much it cost, or how much was a reasonable amount for a single person at one time. But, I did know that an ounce was a lot of weed for a single person. (I didn't smoke with him, at some point during my college years I realized that I was actually allergic to it, and it makes me physically ill. I actually vomit from it.)Adam, his girlfriend and their friends were constantly at the apartment. They'd go on drug runs together, and I'd be home either by myself, cleaning up after them OR entertaining the women folk that were associated with the friends and whomever. Bottom-line is I became, and very quickly I might add, in tune with what cravings each of these degenerates may have had. We were never alone. Someone was always "crashing" at our place, both literally and figuratively. After about three weeks, I couldn't take it anymore, I said something to the Meteor, in front of Adam, about how no one helps around the house, they don't contribute, and we are left paying for everyone's jones. He didn't like hearing me complain. He actually preferred the distraction that they created, or so it seemed. So, he made an announcement, that they all needed to help around the house, and buy food every now and then.... which was also a distraction. Shortly after that, I realized I was having trouble sleeping , for days. I attributed it, to stress. I was worried about money, I was worried about how much pot he was smoking.... I was also worried, because I thought he may have been using cocaine. I didn't want to make empty threats. I had told him back only a few months before, that if I ever found out he was using more than pot, I would leave him. I promised him that much. Would I have the strength to uphold my promise, if I found out what I suspected was true?? Was I just being paranoid? I had no reason to believe I was just paranoid, after all, I did know that he was cheating, every time he cheated. But, honestly, would I find the strength to confront him, and stand up for my self, for once?? Only time would tell.