gingerthief
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Feb 23, 2020
Let's examine her current situation:
She's been on a bender for several months at this point, unable to keep herself safe during a pandemic because her craving forces her out and about constantly. Even delivery to her door hasn't been enough, she has had to venture out almost daily AND sometimes in the middle of the night to get her hit, even though she knows she risks death because of pre-existing conditions.
Now she's shacked up with her enabler, who she knows is a doormat and who famously offered to let her fuck other men as long as she stayed with him. She knows he'll never leave her, so now all inhibitions are thrown to the wind. She's consumed by the fantasies of decadent feasts at home and is positively giddy at the prospect of getting her roomie even more involved in her addiction. No more feelings of being a sad, lonely woman getting high by herself (deep down under all the denial we know she's aware of how pathetic this is), now it's just two buddies hanging out and having a blast!
They have begun binging together on day 2. She "jokingly" mocks her ex-lover for his inability to keep up with her intake, but he will soon keep up with her pace.
This is grim.
Side note: it's insane how much she thinks about food. It's literally on her mind 24/7, she's mentioned dreaming about food before. She should have a job, if for no other reason than forcing her to use her brain to think about SOMETHING else.
She's been on a bender for several months at this point, unable to keep herself safe during a pandemic because her craving forces her out and about constantly. Even delivery to her door hasn't been enough, she has had to venture out almost daily AND sometimes in the middle of the night to get her hit, even though she knows she risks death because of pre-existing conditions.
Now she's shacked up with her enabler, who she knows is a doormat and who famously offered to let her fuck other men as long as she stayed with him. She knows he'll never leave her, so now all inhibitions are thrown to the wind. She's consumed by the fantasies of decadent feasts at home and is positively giddy at the prospect of getting her roomie even more involved in her addiction. No more feelings of being a sad, lonely woman getting high by herself (deep down under all the denial we know she's aware of how pathetic this is), now it's just two buddies hanging out and having a blast!
They have begun binging together on day 2. She "jokingly" mocks her ex-lover for his inability to keep up with her intake, but he will soon keep up with her pace.
This is grim.
Side note: it's insane how much she thinks about food. It's literally on her mind 24/7, she's mentioned dreaming about food before. She should have a job, if for no other reason than forcing her to use her brain to think about SOMETHING else.