Where do I belong?
I got a ticket for the long way home. It had always been a lifetime dream to possess a home for us. A special place for my family. Without restraint my addiction dismembered that. I guess it wasn’t meant to be a member of the family. You might as well call it the “House of Pain.” Because the only time I spend there is when my parents took the welcome mat, meanwhile the “Liars, Leakers, and Liberals” (Pirro, 2018) just kept showing back up at any and every hour. Yup I redundantly went back to the drugs. Unfortunately, the children moved into my mom and dad’s (my saints) house and they said they would not move in there, until I got rid of my boyfriend. They blamed him for my relapse. Because there are no CAPS ON MY RELAPSE. I would always capsize, “Watership” down and it is always the same murky water. At least I couldn’t find any maps. I always said I was the only woman in the worlds with the worst direction. It sure brought me down to my kneecaps. Before this relapse, I had about 5 years sobriety, thanks to the OWI Court, it gave me a sober network. Instead, I got a ticket for the long way home. I sure could have used some sweet company.