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My Primus Amor

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I was staring into her green eyes as I had many times before tonight and yet something was different about them in our dimly lit apartment that dark cloudy night. “John I know you’re on something,” said Margret in a tearful fiery rage,” just tell me what it is before I lose my temper!” “Okay,” I said,” I’m on oxycodone.” After I said that she left the room tears streaming from her face like a dam had broken. I attempted to chase after her but in my inebriated state I fell to the floor. As I lay there on the floor, I could not help but think of how Margret finally knew my problem. I flashed back to the night that I had taken my first oxy with rob and how instantly hooked I was to the substance. It made me feel so good; it took the edge off the world, took away my pain, and cancelled out everything I did not want to focus on in this cruel world. As the flash back ended I was once more staring back into Margret’s eyes. “Promise me you’re going to stop these drugs,” she said. As the cliché of the drug addict goes I said, “I promise you Margret that I’ll quit these not only for me but for you”. “Okay,” she said,” but no more chances after this one.” “Alright babe, this is the only chance I’ll need,” said as I pecked her on the check then drew her into a warm embrace. Her embrace felt like it was lacking the trust and warmth that had been there many times before. It is surprising then that I didn’t see the next series of events coming. It had been several weeks since I had told

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