Theresa didn't elaborate, but it was true enough. It had been partly the drugs, which had turned her into a manipulative user who'd sell out anyone if it would benefit her, but the neglect at home had started her down the path to try coke in the first place. And then she ended up the victim of Dane's whim, which had cemented her habits as certainly as if she was a fly trapped in amber. But she wasn't happy, whatever that meant, so she seemed to have reached a fork in the road.
"It must at least be nice to live without bullshit," she said to Rhiannon contemplatively, pulling back from the memory of her past self. "The relationship thing seems to mean learning to tolerate stuff, even if it's just minor annoyances. They don't talk enough. They talk too much. Wet towels on the bed. Whatever the hell."
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on 2013-10-15 10:12 pm (UTC)Theresa didn't elaborate, but it was true enough. It had been partly the drugs, which had turned her into a manipulative user who'd sell out anyone if it would benefit her, but the neglect at home had started her down the path to try coke in the first place. And then she ended up the victim of Dane's whim, which had cemented her habits as certainly as if she was a fly trapped in amber. But she wasn't happy, whatever that meant, so she seemed to have reached a fork in the road.
"It must at least be nice to live without bullshit," she said to Rhiannon contemplatively, pulling back from the memory of her past self. "The relationship thing seems to mean learning to tolerate stuff, even if it's just minor annoyances. They don't talk enough. They talk too much. Wet towels on the bed. Whatever the hell."