I see it in her eyes as soon as I walk in the door. Most people would miss the subtle cues but I sense it immediately because I know her so well. I suspect it even before I find the telltale detritus of her habit hidden carefully in various nooks and crannies.
She's using again. Caught up in that cycle of abuse and withdrawal. the deception. the desperation. the shame. the craving.
My name is Betsy and my dog has an incorrigible kitchen sponge addiction...
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