Last night we were partying at my Grandpa’s house, celebrating two of my aunt’s birthday’s.   While outside I was talking and drinking with Aunt B.  I don’t know how the conversation went in the direction it did but we ended up talking about the days she and I use to party together, drugs.   Aunt B apologized to me, last night, for introducing me to drugs and getting me started on that horrible five year drug abuse journey I took.  She cried, hugged me and kept apologizing. 

As you know, I’ve been clean ten years and I was messed up for five years, so that takes me back into my teenage years when she introduced that shit to me.   Now she and I have both grown, matured and gotten over our drug use days, so to have her apologize for it really tripped me out.  I never thought she had to apologize for that because I’ve got a mind of my own and decided to do it and continue using for years. 

But it was nice to hear her say she’s sorry and admit if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn’t have gone down that path in my life.  But hey, I don’t hold grudges (yeah right) and I’m a true believer of everything happens for a reason.  I pulled myself out of that hell, got better and have become a better person in the end.  I’ve lived and learned.