A family issue (but I'm not still messing around..fits here)
Posted: 03/20 02:34 PM
This story isn't about me, per se..cause I'm not still messing around..but it regards my family.
Let's see if I can sum this up quickly without getting boring with it...
I was adopted when I was 3. My mom gave me up to her dad and step-mother...so I was raised by my step-grandmother and grandfather. I found out who my mom was when I was 17 on my own (found a letter my mom had written during the adoption)..so I knew. Got married..went into the world. My grandfather passed away when I was 8. My step-grandmother passed when I was 18. My mom lived nextdoor for most of my life, but I was told she was my sister...and I thought nothing of it until I found that letter. My mom was always into drugs and shit..pills..whatever. She gave me up to party with alcohol..and it just went down from there with her abuse of various other "substances".
Ok..fast forward to me being 24. I had a "relationship" with my mom..but it was strained. Partially because she helped introduce me to pain pills at an early time in my marriage...but that's beside the point here. I met my dad, thanks to some help from my mom telling me where he lived, and where he was working...and she even had his phone number. So I called him up. He lived in Picayune, MS..which is about 5 hours away from me. We were going to visit friends that we met on the internet back in 2002..they lived in Gonzalez, Louisiana, which meant we would be passing through Picayune. So I called my dad. First time ever...but I called him. Talked for a while..was the 2nd time I had ever heard his voice. The first time I had ever called him, my mom had put me up to calling him..and he didn't really want to talk to me. It was about a 2 minute conversation. This time, he said it sounded like I had straightened my life up and he was willing to meet me, and meet his granddaughter for the first time ever. I also found out that I had an entire family in Picayune that I was unaware of....3 brothers and a grandmother that I never knew..so I was ALL for it.
We made our trip...I met my family. Hit it off great..and I found out where I get most of my attitude and who I am....I'm almost exactly like my dad. We think alike, we act alike..and we are pretty damn close to looking alike.
Here's the problem...with the brothers. My brothers have been in various troubles of their own. My youngest brother turned 17 yesterday..he hasn't done too much..but the middle one..he's about 23 now...he's making a name for himself in the drug arena. The closest one to me in age has finally settled down and has a daughter...my little niece was born last August...and he's doing ok. Now, the oldest one has been to prison for hauling drugs from Mississippi to Texas. He got caught in Texas by the state troopers and it was such a large amount of cocaine and pills that he went to prison, even with a good lawyer. So he's done his time..
The ONLY brother I told about my Suboxone was the middle one..the one that I thought wouldn't say much..turns out HE DID...apparently. Obviously he did, because my oldest brother hit me up about suboxone today..and has a strong dislike for it. He's told me that I really couldn't say much about drug addicts when I'm taking..blah..I'll just quote it...from Facebook.
We weren't talking about me..he was just saying this in general..but I could tell what he meant:
|"U can't judge people for doing drugs when u take subs. That's just a legal buzz for addicts. I know the withdraws are bad but u don't have to take subs just because u used to be addicted to pain pills. ( When I say u I'm refering to anyone on them) I know they prescribe that shit but its not necessary."|