while he stole from me and spent my money on heroin. and i let him. the money that i actually earned and money that i stole all went to drugs. about $1 400 a week.
it was a toxic love. he would cry and yell at me in order to get to me to lie to his parents. lying to my parents, for some reason, seemed simple. lying to his, for some reason, seemed like the worst thing in the world to do.
one morning he stole everything we had left and went to work; i tried to chase him down in his truck. that same day when i was on my 