An Alien Envirionment....The Halfway House

Once I had my things checked in at FFB (They call it Freedom from Bondage) I went to my new room. I was bunkmates w/2 other women. Women were in and out of there all the time. I'm not going to focus on the details but I remember when I went for the first day. The director, was a tough, mean looking sort of person but a recovering addict as well with 5 yrs. cleantime.I was in a unit with 9 other women and let me tell you, that can be nerve wracking. My roommate there was a tough woman named Kate whom everyone had warned me about. One girl described her as "Miss know it all".  None of us are perfect though. Cindy scared the hell out of me, because of what I had heard. When she finally got home from her work, she accused me of drinking her Cherry Coke. We weren't to touch anything w/a name on it but there was no name on the Cherry cokes. Things like that happened all the time and I grew used to the BS.

 I found a job at a telemarketing firm, and started to become a responsible adult again. The 1st three months I'll admit, I was in a state of self pity and despair. Not easy at all.  Especially since the night one lady flunked her drug test for the second time. Before she was picked up by her ex husband I remember the grim look on her face. She died 3 days later.
Not all the times were bad. I began to experience joy, life, made a couple new friends, and finally found a good sponsor.
More will be revealed....