I arrived at my daughter's house yesterday. My eyes started stinging, it got hard to breathe and I hurt everywhere. I looked in the mirror and my cheeks were red. I was as pale as a ghost other than my cheeks.
What in the world? One minute I was feeling great. The next I was sick.
After my daughter went to bed I figured it out. The house smells like meth. The scent that belongs only to illegal drugs and evil.
This morning she finally admitted that she has used crack cocaine. I am speechless. To suspect drug use and to know are a world apart. I wonder where I went wrong.
For the baby, I am going to ignore the elephant in the room. Tiptoe around it and hope I don't disturb it. I don't want my daughter to send me away this close to her due date.
Fear, anger, pain, confusion. I'm not really sure what I feel. I'm not sure what I'm going to do.
Sorry. This isn't my usual post. This one is? What? I guess it just is what it is.