If you remember, about six months ago, I bought an Epiphone SG type bass for my girlfriend and gave her a Fender Rumble 40, great little amp and completely a surprise to me, an excellent bass. I was teaching her, and we had a great time playing the Ramones together.
Our relationship was great. She had chronic back pain and MS, and I took care of her while she got off opioids for the pain. Then around Thanksgiving, she started acting strangely. Totally hyper, up for days, talking in circles. Angry. Trying hard to start fights with me. I thought it was the MS. But then she accidentally dropped her meth on the floor at the doctor's office. Then I found out she'd been using meth hard ever since Thanksgiving. I learned she'd had meth dealers into my house while I was sleeping, putting me and my house in danger. I broke up with her, and later I found out she'd pawned the bass and amp.
So her mother has offered to give me the pawn ticket. I can't bear to see that bass go, so I'm going to take the ticket and pick it up. I'll post a pic of it when I get it back.
I'm not bitter, and I'm not heartbroken. But I am sad for her that drugs have ruined her life. She had lost custody of her two sons years ago and wanted more than anything to get them back. They arrested her when the doc found the meth, and she tested positive for meth. She'll never get custody back of those kids.
It's sad that someone can choose drugs over their kids' love and security. I don't understand it. I'm not sad about myself. I'm sad for those boys.
