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Sep. 6th, 2013 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fandomnumbergenerator"I told my parents, who were for some reason shocked and amazed, that I was a drug addict. They had thought I was simply a thief, and not a very good one.
I didn’t tell them that I had no intention of abandoning my best boyfriend, the relentless pimp-slapping love of my life; I only wanted to get well enough so I could go back to him in better shape.
So I made another crash landing, through the financial grace of my parents, this time into a treatment center smack in the middle of lake-splotched, mosquito-buzzing Minnesota summer. By this point, I had completely ceased to think of men as human. They were functions that could either confer on me the popularity, Glamour, and status that I so dearly needed, or withhold it. And even more relevant at that time, they could either facilitate my getting high or they could interfere with it, getting high having replaced the need for social anything-at-all."
I didn’t tell them that I had no intention of abandoning my best boyfriend, the relentless pimp-slapping love of my life; I only wanted to get well enough so I could go back to him in better shape.
So I made another crash landing, through the financial grace of my parents, this time into a treatment center smack in the middle of lake-splotched, mosquito-buzzing Minnesota summer. By this point, I had completely ceased to think of men as human. They were functions that could either confer on me the popularity, Glamour, and status that I so dearly needed, or withhold it. And even more relevant at that time, they could either facilitate my getting high or they could interfere with it, getting high having replaced the need for social anything-at-all."
— Emily Carter, Glory Goes and Gets Some
