The Wife of a Heroin User by (Lynn Ramsey-Smith) A True Short-Story (Pt. 1)

When I met Jerome, I thought he was so fine. He had huge muscles and a soft spoken gentle way about him. I thought he was 'the one'. He treated me and my sons so good. It was easy to fall in love with him. Before we got married, I knew that he liked his beer and I didn't have a problem with it because he wasn't a violent drinker. I overlooked it.   As time went on, I realized that there was more to it than alcohol.

I was ignorant about drugs,. I meant,, .... I knew about weed, of course everyone does. As well as I had seen people smoking crack-cocaine, but I never participated in it. Drugs was not my thing. I started missing money out of my purse, which would result in Jerome disappearing for days on end. One time he took my 4-year old son with him and wound up on a bus to his Mom's house in Richmond, Va. I didn't find out until after they had arrived.

There were many nights I lost sleep sitting up  worrying about him, wondering if he was alright, hoping and praying he would come home. I stayed with him because I thought that my love would be enough to change him.  It wasn't.

I had no idea what his drug of choice was until one day I came home from work and my son told me that his Daddy was in the bathroom asleep. I opened the door and he was sitting on the toilet with a needle in his arm, nodding off. That was the last straw for me. I made him go to rehab. While in there, the counselor told him he was a 'dressed up garbage can', because he always dressed to the nines, no matter what. But inside he was killing himself with heroin. I learned that the alcohol was just to help appease his addiction until he could get more drugs.

Jerome was a Thief. He would steal anything that was good at the time. One time, he walked into a department store and walked out with a bicycle and a Walkman and no one stopped him. He stole our rent money and even went into the Federal Reserve Board in Washington, D.C. , where I worked, using my badge to get in and my keys to open the gift shop I managed and he stole everything out of the safe.   ................ Lynn-Ramsey Smith (pt. 1)  Writer/ Editor

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