 I spent the summers with grandma who took me to church, but back home, I was rebellious and often skipped school. By high school, I was drinking, doing drugs, and staying out all night. Still, I graduated. I married a man who worked at a bar while I seemed to live at bars with my friends. After six years of marriage, my husband divorced me when I started injecting cocaine. My drinking and drug use affected my work, so I tried rehab and stayed clean for three months until a friend lured me back into a bar. Be careful of the friends you choose. They can lead you astray.