...it really meant so much to me, when he trusted me enough to eat my food!

NEVER in a million years would I have imagined that ANY of those men in masks would EVER sit with me and eat.
It took me such a long time to get past my past with him and his wife...
I felt like they were judging me so badly...
I later learned that her sister was still suffering in meth addiction,
And that they felt no hope for her...
NO WONDER they had issues with me.....

I could not even get a Hello out of them for the first several years...
But then again,
Wonder how much of my own insecurity I was superimposing upon the situation?
I felt like I was neon purple polka dotted for a LONG LONG time~
And that EVERYBODY in town was saying behind my back~
There goes that crackheaddealerfckingcookbitch......

But what I have realized is that most people wanted me to succeed...
Most are more than willing to put the past behind,
Where it belongs.......