In the midst of all the pity I have been feeling for my daughter recently, I got really pissed last night. I did not go on and on about it and I only felt a little bad about what I said.
Beth called crying. She said she fell off a bicycle and smashed her phone. This made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I felt a quick rush of adrenaline surge through my body. I am sure I am not the only one whose addict sells their cell phones for drugs. That is the history.
She was very convincing. She always is. I actually told her that she could buy a cheap phone at walmart or sprint but I would not be replacing her 150 dollar phone. She would have to get a friend to front her the money. When I see the phone, then I will send them a check.
I said, "Beth, how can you come home in this state? I will put you in a hotel. I do not want you running off in the middle of the night to buy drugs or having dealers at my house. I will not go through that with you."
She said, "You think I sold my phone but I did not. You will see that my knee is a bloody mess when I come home." I gave the phone to her Dad. He listened and said, "Well, do you have the flight plans written down so you can follow them? OK, then I will see you when you get here."
After hanging up he turned to me and said " Bicycle my ass! She either sold it for drugs or fell because she was high."
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