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Please Don't Do Meth In Our Bathroom

Please Don't Do Meth In Our Bathroom

I’m just going to put it right out there…being a mom is tough. We are expected to know pant, shirt and shoe sizes of each child, remember doctor appointments, their friend’s names and who is dating who, as well as what each child will and will not eat. We drop them off at the lake, take them to practice and shuffle a car full of teenagers to the mall, after we have worked a full day for a boss who doesn’t understand how difficult his “simple” requests are. We do this every day and it becomes our routine. But occasionally, we have a day that halts our routine…that shakes us to the core…that makes time stand still. A day when we reminisce, recalling the day they were born and vividly remember holding our fine haired babies and gazing at their tiny fingers in our hands.

I rushed to the ER to find my then 16-year-old son lying in a hospital bed, eyes closed, and very still. The monitor was beeping wildly, lights flashing, displaying a heart rate of next-to-nothing, as the nurse rushed by me to check his vitals. She told me they were still waiting on the tox screen to know definitively what he took. My son, the boy I grew and taught how to use a fork and tie his shoes, was lying motionless in a hospital bed, hooked to machines, and I had to verify he was breathing. I sat there in the hard-plastic chair, a fabric curtain separating my life from the bustle of the ER. The man on the other side of the curtain was vomiting and there was a child screaming somewhere close. I started to pray. I stared at his face and his giant man feet hanging off the end of the bed. I started to cry and found my thoughts wondering back and forth from how this happened to what type of pie the cafeteria had. Then I became fixated on pie, I craved pie in my core. I knew my son needed to be admitted into a rehab facility but pie was so much easier to think about. It's crazy the ways we find to cope. 

I recall exactly how I felt when I drove my son to rehab and the vile things he said to me. He was in detox and was not happy. I was assured this is a normal phase and as soon as he detoxified his body I would be able to speak to him, and not the drugs that had control of him. I wish that was the end of the story of how Meth consumed our lives for more than 8 years. I say Meth consumed ‘Us’ because it was a family affair. My son checked himself out of rehab that time three days later. I then sent him to Canada for treatment where he miraculously snuck back into the United States and hitch-hiked his way to California. He was homeless for years, in and out of jail/ prison and all the while I was attending Nar-Anon meetings to learn how to disengage, stop enabling and to love him from a distance. Laura was with me. Laura sat on the phone with me while I cried or screamed or she told me stories about her adventures. I miss her…but that is another Blog post altogether.

I infused this candle with Judgment because that is exactly what this mother/son duo felt from the world. I had clearly fucked my son up- it was my fault. I judged myself, I felt the judgment from others and so did my son. He felt hopeless and was tormented with judgment. He felt the eyes and the looks when he walked down the street. He felt the comments. And yes, he looked like a skinny meth head, but he was my baby….my skinny meth head and it broke my heart.

 I am so happy to report that at 25 years old my baby boy is alive and sober. He has a full-time job and a girlfriend that I absolutely adore. His eyes are bright and his skin is clear and he is determined to be a dad one day. My son LOVES this candle. In fact, it is his favorite. This candle honors our journey together.

So to all the Judgmental pieces of shit- Knock It The Fuck Off. Stop sending me messages that I am making fun of addicts. I would never, EVER do that. My heart breaks for every single addict and their families and I am eternally grateful my son is alive and well. I made this candle as a reminder…also it never hurts to reinforce the house rules.

FYI...it was coconut cream pie. 

Stay Malicious.

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  • Joe: December 11, 2020

    These candles are evidence that once you’ve walked through hell, laughing at the Devil is easy.

    Sober AF since 7/21/96, selling Malicious Women candles and diffusers in at Patchouli Joe’s Books & Indulgences in Leander, TX since November 2020.

    You have fans — and friends — in Texas! <3

  • Amycakes In San Clemente : October 10, 2020

    I love this so much ❤️ Thank you for your blog post and thank you for being you! I’m so glad I came to check out your site! I was trying to find a local place that might sell your product and it turns out there’s a store on Del Mar just five minutes from my house that does! I’ll be going in tomorrow morning to buy some things. I really hope she has the sober AF candle! I need one for my friends two-year sober birthday tomorrow. Thank you again! Love, Amy

  • Amycakes In San Clemente : October 10, 2020

    I love this so much ❤️ Thank you for your blog post and thank you for being you! I’m so glad I came to check out your site! I was trying to find a local place that might sell your product and it turns out there’s a store on Del Mar just five minutes from my house that does! I’ll be going in tomorrow morning to buy some things. I really hope she has the sober AF candle! I need one for my friends two-year summer birthday tomorrow. Thank you again! Love, Amy

  • Kira S.: December 07, 2019

    Thank you for making this candle. When we began carrying these candles where I work, Heirloom Anthology in Heath, OH, I had a slight “sobriety win”. For the first time I could laugh at the label….instead of wondering if this was a subtle hint from the universe that I need to change my ways a bit (or a lot). Thank you for making this candle! I love your company and your message. I wish you and your company all of the best. I see you, in the truest Avatar meaning. Keep on being malicious. If “your vibe attracts your tribe”, we are cut from the same cloth and the world needs more of us!!

  • Annie: September 02, 2018

    I’ve been looking at these and this candle alone, with you description has me filling my cart.
    Throw back 9 years ago.. I was 17 and had been a functioning meth addict for 4 years, I decided to try Xanax and kept popping them and kept using, ingesting, injecting, snorting and smoking. Eventually I went into convulsions after a days binger, only one person at the place I was cared. They put me in there car, called a friend and dropped me off with them at the ER. I flatlined twice. My mother who kicked me out in Christmas when I was 15 was an RN in the ICU. I remember her fake crying but I had so many tubes I couldn’t tell her to fuck off. Her husband got me hooked on meth so I wouldn’t tell what he was doing to me and my sisters. She knew it and played the sympathy card hard, was so exhausted and partially sedated I could flip her off and that was it.

    Fast forward to 23, I had been with my husband for 5 years and made amends with her. I had been clean but would fuck up everh 6-8 months exactly.

    Age 25-she kept getting owis and I got sick of being a parent when she never was one to me. Missing and exploited children contacted me to see if I could verify myself in any pictures from a child porn bust. My sisters hated me for walking away and washing my hands of her. None of us have spoke in a year.

    26- struggling with fertility shit, realizing I’ve had 3 miscarriages in 12 months. Which makes marriage tough. And my husband said “if you haven’t been using meth for half your life….” right then he realized he fucked up and I know he said it out of exhaustion and disappointment.

    So with living in meth capital it’s an everyday battle. But I’m fighting like hell for a baby and making a family and serving the Lord.

    And this candle is going in my bathroom as a reminder I’m a bad bitch to have lived a shitty life so far and dope is never an option again.

  • Terry: March 06, 2018

    Moms to moms. Humans to humans. We’re all in this together and you’re never alone…even when you really want to be; so you run away….like maybe to a matinee movie, in the middle of the week, where no one can bother you for two entire hours. Just because it makes you look sad to be alone in a theatre watching a matinee in the middle of the week, relish in your freedom. The internet trolls can’t reach you there.

  • Beverly Quinby: March 02, 2018

    This was one of the first candles I bought for my dear friend who is coming up on 7 years sober – from meth. She laughed so hard when she opened her sobriety gift. Only individuals who walk through the journey of torment of addiction either as a loved one or the addict truly get it. I remember meeting your son and hearing some of his story. It is wonderful news to hear he is still clean and sober today and thriving. It is because of your unfailing love as a parent.
    Many blessings to you and yours.

  • Dawn Anzelone: March 01, 2018

    This just reinforced my thoughts on you making a “Dumb Ass” collection.
    Like hey “Dumbass” why don’t you mind your own fucking business… ( Because it’s literally “your” business so you can do what you want) Woot woot woot
    As for me.. I am a obvious dumbass because if you look at my previous comment it was cut short since my fingers and brain are obviously not on the same page… probably due to all the meth I was doing in your bathroom!!!!! ☯️❤️✝

  • Dawn Anzelone: March 01, 2018

    This just reinforced my thoughts on you having a “Dumbass”

  • Randi: March 01, 2018

    Well done. Being someone who’s family has been impacted by drugs and alcohol, I found the candle fucking hilarious. And why? Because we find the humor in these fucked up situations that NO ONE wants to be in and we HAVE to laugh at the lunacy of things we ACTUALLY end up saying. So for those sensitive to it and HAVE been affected then please go to a meeting to find your humor again. For those that haven’t personally been affected then FUCK OFF and go buy a boring candle.

  • Mia Magdaline : March 01, 2018
    Thank you so much for sharing your heart, joy and passion. I carry your candles in my store, Blackbird Merchantile, in Olympia Washington. If I could only record some the laughter, the joy and stories the customers share while exploring your candles. A 90 yr old women (at least ), bought one that had “Fuck” right in the middle (so many sayings I can’t remember), she said “it’s about time, god this feels good”… other older folks, my age, act prim and proper when they bring their treasures up to pay…I tell them don’t hide your laughter and delight, that’s what the world needs. Diffuse the Bullshit and the ordinary ❤️
  • Kim: March 01, 2018

    Thanks for completely destroying my eye makeup. You cannot know how much I understand your story. ♥️❤️?

  • Linda: March 01, 2018

    I love the outcome of this story and I think I need this candle. One of my dearest friends is in prison due to his meth addiction. For 10 years I had NO idea. He was a genius at hiding his using. After he was arrested, I racked my brain for clues…… how could I not have know? I’m pretty sure he did meth in my bathroom on more than one occasion. Humor and pie help get us through life. Thank you for sharing your story.

  • Jennifer Manselle: March 01, 2018

    I knew most of this story already..but damn it I still got chills and cried. I’m sorry people are assholes! Fuck all the judgemental assholes who think they know you! You’re heart is pure and malicious ?? (If that candle didn’t make you lose thousands..nothing will!!!) Soon you’ll tell all your stories for everyone to know just how special and loving and what a true blessing you are!! Love you!!

  • Wendy Becker: March 01, 2018

    Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for those fucking fucks who have no idea what others go through, yet are first to jump to conclusions. Thankful your son is doing well. I don’t feel you failed, the drugs won. Period. I know a couple well who have dealt with a son who was addicted to heroin. Such a hard , long, recovery and I watched a lot of it. Be proud and ignore as much as you can. It’s hard I’m sure. Keep rocking your candles! I love them, and Thanks again for adding a diffuser to my order for my friend fighting Cancer! #meanpeoplesuck

  • Lee Ann: March 01, 2018

    I’m so proud to that you guys came out of your journey together and have such a bright future together. I witnessed some of your anguish and heartache during those 8 years, and it’s wonderful to see you now with you in such a happy and good place for you and the family. I will always be indebted to you for your friendship when I had own road to walk. You will always be a special person in my life. Stay true to you , which has always been that sarcastic, wonderfully Malicious Lacey!

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