I must look like a mess if my dad is pushing free drugs on me.

So last night my dad took my sister, her fiancé and me out to dinner. I had been good and hungry all day, but eating in a restaurant is a binge trigger so I ate everything I could see like a rabid dog. My sister even gave me her leftovers ( to take home for later!) it was that bad.

So we’re leaving and I’m debating on where to vomit since I can’t move and I’m still picking at the food in my to go box. My skins yellow. My eyes are dark and heavily circled. My hair looks amazing though. We get in my dads car and make our way home and we drop my sister and her boyfriend off
first. My dad gives her $40. This is normal he was a deadbeat so he gives us money everytime he sees us because he feels bad.

I decided to get dropped off at my friends because I knew if I went back to my apartment I would keep binging and since she was bulimic she wouldn’t care about me vomiting in her toiliet. So we pull up to the house and my dad hands me $60 first. Then gives me an extra $20 for ciggarettes. Then he hands me a joint. “I don’t know or care if you smoke but my girlfriend left this in here. You can have it. It’s really good shit.”

My dads girlfriend is a 24 year old stripper. My eyes I’m sure almost made tears. I was that excited. We then proceeded to talk about marijuana and how he would be more than willing to bring me more since it helps with my depression obviously.

THAT WAS THE BEST WEED I HAVE EVER SMOKED. I walked into my friends in a state of shock. After my friend and I talked about how much we fucking loved my dad we smoked. My legs started shaking and damn if I was trying to walk because between the flailing legs and dizziness I really wasn’t that good. It reminded me of the night I smoked weed laced with an upper of some sort. We wanted to go jogging but we couldn’t move.

They boy must never know. I am a horrible girlfriend.