Tuesday 11/11, which explains the walk before and after.

    SUNDAY: 

When he went upstairs to yack.  I was at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to see if he was okay because he took such a long time. While proceeding down the stairs, he did not even look at me. I grabbed his hand, puzzled. He gave me a kiss, and made his way to the couch.  

TUESDAY: 

 It is a random day off, in the week. Veterans Day, of all days happens to fall on a Tuesday?  Thanks a lot Pioneer High for forcing us hard working children to go to school on an S PERIOD. So, anyways, I get a call at five in the morning, from Taylor. Who I did not talk to the night before. I am shocked by the time. 

"I want to be honest with you. Out relationship is about honesty, isn't it?"

I do not say anything.

"I took two of your -blank- medication out of your parents bed room. I originally wanted to use it to sleep, but when Alex came over. -There is a pause- Things kind of ... changed?"

Skeptical I ask ".... What ... happen?"

" Alex came over, and wanted to show me his bong" ( A while ago this incident, I remember, happened while I was on the phone with him. He yelled at the guy to get the beep out of here, and told him that he was clean) I remember I had your pills. Stuff.... I don't really know, got kinda out of hand?"

"What do you mean by, out of hand?!" I say in a rather nasty voice.

"I popped both of your pills, Rachel. In a matter of twenty minutes I felt high as could be."

My medication is so strong, and when a person takes ONE it that does not need it, of course it is that much more powerful, negatively. Taylor did drugs, he used Xanix when he didn't have anything else. He use to tell me back in the day he popped ONE Xanix, and he wouldn't be completely gone, but borderline.

He took two of my medication. Compared to Xanix, my medication is four times as strong. He basically took 8 times Xanix, when in the olden days he took only one.

"Rachel, I went through seizures. I was practically choking on my own vomit. When I got up I fell over. I felt as though my head was spinning. I now am not aware about anything else that happen that day besides what I just told you."

I am shocked. He stole my DISEASE medication, and OD'ed on it.

I start crying, yet again like a... little female dog.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. I understand if you want to break up with me."

"No, I do not. I am just registering all of this to be honest. I have nothing to say."

" Come on Rachel, you have no idea how hard it is to look in a cabinet and find a whole bunch of drugs I use to take when I was not sober."

"You are not sober anymore. FOUR MONTHS of not being sober, down the toilet."

" I love you Rachel, please don't break up with me."

" You chose drugs over me, MY illness drugs"