So a week last Friday I went up to the Lakes, in terrible weather and even worse traffic. I hadn't been able to leave until my ex had picked up my son to take him on holiday. Took me 3 and a half hours, and Steve was constantly phoning to see where I was. When I got there he was waiting outside the hotel for me, which was really nice. I was sunburned, and didn't feel particularly attractive, but the way he looked at me made me feel so much better, like he was desperately thirsty and I was a glass of cold water.
We didn't do much that night, just chatted, and got drunk no full sex cos of my period, but everything but. On Saturday we went to Ambleside to pick up his methadone, and then he said he wanted me to take him to Windermere. I was really annoyed, but said I would. Then it turned out that the dealer didn't have anything for another two hours at least. I didn't want to hang around, but he was being really narky about it. In the end we went back to Coniston and he was trying to sort out for someone to pick some heroin up for him from Windermere, and moaning about it because they would be sure to take a cut. So in the end I let him take my car.
So he was a lot happier after that.
Sunday morning we got up really early and scarpered, cos he was due at work at 7.30. It felt funny and exciting to be running away. He was feeling really sick though, cos of the heroin and drink from the night before. I was just feeling tired. When we got home, we went to bed and went to sleep for ages.
So since then we've had a nice week, with the exception of him falling out with his sister because she wouldn't let him stay at hers while she was away. This means the dog and Steve were homeless, so (not wanting the dog in the house) they are now living in a tent in my back garden. It's a big tent!
We've gone out most days, he's been really loving and really caring. We're planning a fresh start - more later
