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2019 Stephanie Grosskopf 

  • stephanie grosskopf

Weather out Addiction

Updated: Dec 22, 2019

Once again, I let my disease get the best of me, but this time my family had enough. They were so displeased and disgusted with the sick Stephanie. They became biased; that any change could happen. Despite, learning new habits in rehab and finally getting my addiction wrapped into a manageable state.

I now found my life threatened by the constant abuse from my family. I was fed up with their twisted ways of getting back at me. They were purple people eaters. I was already scuffed with blue on black from my addiction and their steadfast jabs of insults pulverized me. Nothing like kicking a woman while their down. I was under constant surveillance. Anything I said or did was wrong. But if they did the same exact thing it was fine. I just wanted to be accepted. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

Now things went from bad to worse and I was already off to a bad start. It caught me off base I didn’t see this coming I was blindsided. They said they loved me, they said they wanted me back, but I guess I was still on bad terms with them. It was the bad, the bad, and the ugly! I had crippled my image so bad they thought I was incapable of doing anything. It didn’t matter how much I kissed their butt.

Their true colors came flying at me with a splat and I would slip every single time. I became more and more vulnerable to neglect how much I put behind the plunger. Some would say it was a coward’s way out. If that’s the case a coward dies a hundred deaths inside before the final call.

A woman’s got to do, what a woman’s got to do. They were hurting me more. This wasn’t helping me. Just when I thought it was the last lap. There someone in my family would snap. I was on the world’s biggest seesaw. There was no way I could withdraw. It was a painful sensation. I needed the sedation.

I wish I would have saw I needed to love my family at a distance. I was trying to mend the bond I broke to soon. A sober house would have helped. To be with others that could share their experience, strength, and hopes with me.

Do you recall the most famous Stephanie of all? Stephanie indisposed; had become quite delirious, and if you ever saw it, you would even say its gross. All of her family used to laugh and call her names. They never let poor Stephanie sober up and play their games. Then one frothy fight one night; Death came to say Stephanie so tattered and battered Won’t you stay with me tonight?