First off I'd like to say how glad I am that I found this site and all of you. You've, just over the past few days truly and finally given me that push I need to get out the door and on with my life. I'd also like to apologize in advance for any issues with my typing, as I am typing this on a fucking iPhone because my pirated Internet stopped working.
First, I will give you a very summarized version of my past and what has brought me to where I am today.
I was born here in maine to a very normal upper middle class family in the suburbs of Portland. After high school I went to college for film and creative writing and after college, moved to new York city. I started bartending downtown at a bar called TriBeCa tavern, and lived in a nice apartment in Greenwich village. Long story short I Ended up getting addicted to heroin and lost my job and apartment. After a while of being homeless, I made friends with some squatter kids on avenue A and was invited to live in the batcave squat in Brooklyn. This was at the end of 2005. I lived there for a good six months stealing gum from drug stores to sell to the newspaper stands around the city. Believe me, you can make a lot of money doing that and I was really good at it. I could make 150-200 dollars a day. Anyway, all the money went to dope and coke and I rarely ate anything. The few times I was caught the cops came to know me as "the gum master" haha. I'll tell some more detailed stories about that in the future. Anyway for that entire time I had absolutely no contact with any of my family or friends, and some thought I was dead. My parents even came to look for me to no avail. I didn't want to be found. I wanted to be invisible. Eventually the cops started to catch on and the paranoia from shooting speedballs every day and not sleeping started to literally drive me insane. I started walking up to people on the street accusing them of being undercover cops! Finally, desperate one night I called my parents from a payphone. I was back in Maine the next night. I ended up going back to new York twice and both times ended up in rehab; the last time in hazelden out in Minnesota. The reason why is I wasn't ready. I didn't have enough spaC e from it or enough will to quit. Despite what my mother and other people think, it wasn't new York that made me do drugs it was me. There are just as many drugs here in Maine.
I have now been clean for 3 years, and feel that it is time to move on with my life. There is nothing for me here in Maine and I can feel myself becoming more restless, angry and sour with each day that passes. I am an artistic person with a big need for adventure and a non routine life. I always knew I would never be a "normal" person.
So, here's the problem; I have a girlfriend whom I live with, we share an apartment and I have a job and yadda yadda. My girlfriend Is a truly amazing girl, the kind most guys would probably kill to go out with. She is extremely pretty, she cooks for me, cleans for me, treats me well and has literally bent over backwards for me, helped me financially in the past when I needed it and all that. She truly loves me, but I know I'll never be what she needs me to be. I really kinda wish I were different and content but I know I can never just settle down and have that normal lifestyle. I would be misrable and sour and would be lying to myself and her if I did just marry her and do the "American dream" thing. Now, I do love her, we have been together for almost 2 years now but she can be so suffocating. She is a very good talker and good at making me feel guilty and like I owe her something if we have a disagreement. That is one of her downsides is she is very controlling and codependent. I don't want to urt her though. She has put SO much into this and as of right now thinks were going to get married one day. It kills me to think of the day I tell her I'm leaving. I need to go back to new York. I can get my old bartending job back and I love the place so much. Now it's not only going to be her, my whole family will be against me in this. My parents will get over it once they see that I'm doing well, but it's my girlfriend I'm worried about. She will flip and cry and tell me I'm going to get hooked on drugs and that I owenher some ridiculous sum of money (I don't anymore because I've been contributing a lot for quite a while now) and she will say how can I do this to her after everything she's done for me....That's what bothers me most is how can I? She has been nothing but good to me and totally devoted her life to me for 2 years. I do love her and it kills me to think of breaking her heart and hurting her that much out of the blue after all wevE been through and all she's done...another thing is I have been unable to save money for the trip because I can't in good conscience hide away money when she has been using all her paycheck for the both of us. I think I could scrounge up a few hundred dollars just before I leave and have friends I can stay with for free in NYC, but it's scary, ya know? What if I'm making the wrong decision but how can I be when I'm so miserable here?
I really need some advice here...what do you guys think? How do I do this or even should I? It kills me to think of hurting her so much but I know I am not at this point in my life right for her, and this place is not right for me.
First, I will give you a very summarized version of my past and what has brought me to where I am today.
I was born here in maine to a very normal upper middle class family in the suburbs of Portland. After high school I went to college for film and creative writing and after college, moved to new York city. I started bartending downtown at a bar called TriBeCa tavern, and lived in a nice apartment in Greenwich village. Long story short I Ended up getting addicted to heroin and lost my job and apartment. After a while of being homeless, I made friends with some squatter kids on avenue A and was invited to live in the batcave squat in Brooklyn. This was at the end of 2005. I lived there for a good six months stealing gum from drug stores to sell to the newspaper stands around the city. Believe me, you can make a lot of money doing that and I was really good at it. I could make 150-200 dollars a day. Anyway, all the money went to dope and coke and I rarely ate anything. The few times I was caught the cops came to know me as "the gum master" haha. I'll tell some more detailed stories about that in the future. Anyway for that entire time I had absolutely no contact with any of my family or friends, and some thought I was dead. My parents even came to look for me to no avail. I didn't want to be found. I wanted to be invisible. Eventually the cops started to catch on and the paranoia from shooting speedballs every day and not sleeping started to literally drive me insane. I started walking up to people on the street accusing them of being undercover cops! Finally, desperate one night I called my parents from a payphone. I was back in Maine the next night. I ended up going back to new York twice and both times ended up in rehab; the last time in hazelden out in Minnesota. The reason why is I wasn't ready. I didn't have enough spaC e from it or enough will to quit. Despite what my mother and other people think, it wasn't new York that made me do drugs it was me. There are just as many drugs here in Maine.
I have now been clean for 3 years, and feel that it is time to move on with my life. There is nothing for me here in Maine and I can feel myself becoming more restless, angry and sour with each day that passes. I am an artistic person with a big need for adventure and a non routine life. I always knew I would never be a "normal" person.
So, here's the problem; I have a girlfriend whom I live with, we share an apartment and I have a job and yadda yadda. My girlfriend Is a truly amazing girl, the kind most guys would probably kill to go out with. She is extremely pretty, she cooks for me, cleans for me, treats me well and has literally bent over backwards for me, helped me financially in the past when I needed it and all that. She truly loves me, but I know I'll never be what she needs me to be. I really kinda wish I were different and content but I know I can never just settle down and have that normal lifestyle. I would be misrable and sour and would be lying to myself and her if I did just marry her and do the "American dream" thing. Now, I do love her, we have been together for almost 2 years now but she can be so suffocating. She is a very good talker and good at making me feel guilty and like I owe her something if we have a disagreement. That is one of her downsides is she is very controlling and codependent. I don't want to urt her though. She has put SO much into this and as of right now thinks were going to get married one day. It kills me to think of the day I tell her I'm leaving. I need to go back to new York. I can get my old bartending job back and I love the place so much. Now it's not only going to be her, my whole family will be against me in this. My parents will get over it once they see that I'm doing well, but it's my girlfriend I'm worried about. She will flip and cry and tell me I'm going to get hooked on drugs and that I owenher some ridiculous sum of money (I don't anymore because I've been contributing a lot for quite a while now) and she will say how can I do this to her after everything she's done for me....That's what bothers me most is how can I? She has been nothing but good to me and totally devoted her life to me for 2 years. I do love her and it kills me to think of breaking her heart and hurting her that much out of the blue after all wevE been through and all she's done...another thing is I have been unable to save money for the trip because I can't in good conscience hide away money when she has been using all her paycheck for the both of us. I think I could scrounge up a few hundred dollars just before I leave and have friends I can stay with for free in NYC, but it's scary, ya know? What if I'm making the wrong decision but how can I be when I'm so miserable here?
I really need some advice here...what do you guys think? How do I do this or even should I? It kills me to think of hurting her so much but I know I am not at this point in my life right for her, and this place is not right for me.