Drug addiction

Date: 3/12/2018

Something about something my parents are asking about, something they want back, and I am very upset, even though there’s a reason why they want back. My stepdad wanted it. I don’t know I’m losing it now. Basically I’m throwing a fit, I’m on drugs, and travis is trying to keep getting in the bathroom, even though I’m in there and my robe is open. I shoe him off into this black man’s room. I have a viewer. I can’t believe they want this thing whatever it is they want from me, and seems unfair to me at the time. Then my stepdad changes from my current to the one who died. I was asking him about his cigarette patch and he said it was working good, and then I asked him if he believed in Jesus Christ and he said very angry with me, Don’t ask me about that. I think I really want to know because I’m concerned about you. I try to ask again and he says I told you not to ask me about that and he is so angry, so I gently say OK OK I’m sorry I won’t ask you about that again, I didn’t mean to hurt you. He was appeased. I have a fuzzy detail about a mom and a daughter coming in dressed as Wilma and Betty from the Flintstones.