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My Last Relapse
Mornings With Mrs. Wilson
This series is loaded with triggers. Stop right now. Otherwise, read at the risk of your sobriety. These are the stories of a drug-addicted sex addict.
Mrs. Wilson is my ex-wife’s mom. Although Izzy and I are history thanks in part to my raging sex drug and alcohol addictions, her mom calls and texts as though she wants us to make a little history. However, at this very moment, our relationship is purely transactional.
It amazes me how drug users just know. I always knew there was something secretive about my former mother-in-law. She must have thought the same about me. We share the same tantalizing taste for illicit street drugs.
Each Friday her husband goes away for the day. He attends a used car auction out of state and returns late in the evening. On this fine morning, I’m to supply her with a gram of Methamphetamine of which she pays $200, or four times the going rate. For a measure of discretion, she states.
Mrs. Wilson usually places the cash in the mailbox and I text her when switching out the cash for drugs. However, on this occasion, she requested that I drop by the liquor store and pick up a fifth of Grey Goose.
“Mon amour, the entry door will be open. Just follow the music to my suite on the first floor. I will have the cash for you,”…
