Black Beauties, one white cross and a bong... Part 1
It was August 1979, it was hot out and it was a Saturday. I was having another bad day. Upset with the way my life was for me at that time. I heard about a party going on that night, in a town close by, that someone had mentioned to me at my work. I worked in a factory and most of the friends I had, worked there too, I decided, why not go.... my husband at that time had pretty much showed me that I didn't matter, what I felt, didn't matter either. He was involved with another woman, and he had no apologies. So, I went to the party, I don't remember how I got there or how I got home. I was doing a lot self medicating with Red Bud and pills. When I think back to those days, I can hardly believe how messed up I was. Grasping at straws to cope and to make my life seem "normal." My husband and I had 3 kids. They were 6,4,and 2 years old. We lived in a very small 2 bedroom apartment in a little town in South Eastern Michigan. Anyway, ...