So....What chapter now? I believe that our lives consist of seasons. I’m gonna start with this season... If you had read my first page you will know that, yes, I am a recovering addict. Shhhhh! No...It's not something I'm gonna sweep under the rug and whisper about. It's me. It's what I have gone through, overcame and, with Gods strength, grace and mercy, I will continue to overcome. This season began June 9, 2014.At the time I was living with my then boyfriend, Phillip. When we got together, almost immediately, we discovered that we had quite a few things in common. One being our addiction to prescription pain pills and amphetamines. At first, just like any addict, we thought we could control it. "We only do it every once in a while," was our justification for doing it. But the longer we stayed together the worse it got. I ended up loosing a great job because of it. Which subsequently made me lose my car. Toward the end of the relationship we lost almost everything. Buying drugs off the street is expensive. And it got to where we were needing it just to function normally. Many times either myself or Phillip wanted to quit, but its easy for one addict to convince another to use. We enabled each other. With Phillip being the only income, it was difficult to pay both bills and addiction. There were many times we chose to buy pills instead of food. We were miserable, and to add to it, we fought all the time.Fighting landed us both in jail one night. He's Irish with a temper. I'm a female with a hard head and a pro at knowing what buttons to push and when to push them. By the end of the night I ended up with a recently discharged, loaded AR-22 rifle in my face. In a drunken rage Phillip fired off a couple of rounds into the ground. I was standing behind him. He turned the AR to me, shoved the muzzle in my face. It was so close I could feel the heat. I grabbed the muzzle with my bare hand and forced it away from my face. I didn't realize till later that the muzzle was so hot, it left a blister on my hand. My mom called to check on us, Phillip picked up and announced to my mom that he, "was going to chop me up into little pieces and scatter me over the yard." Yes....I was a major button pusher here. Not very proud to say. I could hear my mom shout through the phone, "Run Brook! Get out of there." Of course, I take off running down the road. I call the police, forgetting I had an old open bench warrant from 100 years ago on my 1st (and only) DWI. I smarted off to the police officer so he runs my name. Yep...this little incident lands us both in a lovely little place called Livingston Parish Detention Center. Phillip for 5 days, me for 8. You would think this little brew-ha-ha would have told us we had no business being together. But we genuinely loved each other. We were just toxic for each other.June 9, 2014 is when it all came to an end. We were living in Denham Springs, Louisiana at the time. Cutest little cottage house we were renting. Phil was working days. I was at home with our only child. An 8-year-old Wiener dog, Rocky. That evening he came home, as usual. I had dinner ready and waiting like always. I heard him pull up, but the vehicle sounded.....different. I paid no mind. I didn't care. He was supposed to be bringing home drugs. He walks in the door and just stands there staring at me. Phillip, being Irish, was always dramatic. I was used to and over his dramatics. I could tell something was up. He finally opened his mouth and said, "I rented a U-Haul. I'm moving out. A buddy I work with needs a roommate. I'm going to live with him." Now I'm not one to be rendered speechless. I was most definitely not at a loss for words at this moment."Hey Bee! How was your day? Good? Yea? Great!!! Want me to make you a plate before you pack up and abandon me?" I told him.He hated my sarcasm, and I knew it. He just threw his hands in the air and marched off to his office and started taking his stuff off the wall. The next day, Phillip was gone. Out of my life. I stood there with Rocky, begging him not to leave me. But he left. And I watched his U-Haul rear lights drive off into the sunset.It was for the best. I knew it needed to be done, I didn't have the nerve to do it. I don't blame him one single bit. That evening...standing there with my Wiener dog next to me, watching the man I just spent 4 years with, drive off. That was the end of one season and the beginning of another.