The missing part

At this point I should point out someone that hasnt been mentioned, towards the end of grade 12 ,when I started working, I started dating someone I was working with, no names needed, she was a very explosive person, paranoid, bit crazy really, but at the time it was better than no-one, so I just went with it. I never introduced her to my friends...not sure why, just something about her I guess, anyway we were together for around 4 or 5 months I think, during that time I started to develop some bad habits from this person, she was a drug user, not that I knew that straight away, but I soon found out she was a speed freak, now I didnt start using speed, I started with just weed, but it grew from that. Eventually i'd had enough of her, she really had a split personality and it was taking its toll on me, so I ended it with her, she refused to accept that, she hounded me for months until it all came to a crashing end for her. She had called me one night after work, she wanted to know what I was doing that night, I was going street racing, she said 'cool i'll see you there', I told her not to come, but she was stubborn, in her rush to get to where I was, and under the influence, she crashed her car at high speed into a pole, I was told she wouldnt have felt a thing, it was instant. For weeks after that I'd get visits from her friends, blaming me for her death, I didnt care, I knew it wasnt my fault, she still left me with something though . I had developed a habit, yet another things my friends werent aware of, it was a habit that stayed with me for a couple of years, up until around christmas '96, it was taking its toll on me, mentally and pysically, my friendships were suffering also, so I decided to quit, cold turkey, that was difficult, but it was either give it all up or it was going to kill me, I didnt want to become a junkie, I never got the constant cravings, but it was getting there. After a couple of months of detoxing myself, I was over the worst part...and something new in life had appeared...but thats a part of the this blog thats not ready to be told yet, theres the other things that happened after I got out of school that need to be told.