Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - She Chose Her Baby Over Heroin—Until I Saw Her Buying Again with Her Son in the Backseat #75

Episode Date: September 7, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#drugaddiction #momstruggles #recoveryfail #parentinghorror #darkreality  "She Chose Her Baby Over Heroin—Until I Saw Her Buying Again with Her Son in the Backseat" is a heartbreaking and haunting tale of addiction, relapse, and the fragile line between hope and despair. This story reveals the tragic reality of a mother’s battle with heroin addiction while trying to care for her child. Just when it seems like she’s chosen a better path, a shocking relapse exposes the ongoing struggles and dangers lurking beneath the surface. It’s a raw, emotional look at addiction’s grip and the complex challenges of motherhood in crisis.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, addictionhorror, drugrelapse, motherhoodstruggles, darkreality, emotionaltrauma, parentingcrisis, heroinaddiction, relapsejourney, tragicstory, hopeanddespair, realhorrorstory, rawemotion, familydrama, survivalstruggle

As some of you may know I grew up in San Francisco CA. At 17 I was using heroin regularly and by 18 I was fully hooked. In retrospect I may have been earlier and hadn't known it yet. The two main places to buy dope were the TL and HP. The TL was a few blocks from downtown and the shopping there, tons of tourists so often if you were from out of town, this is where you would find drugs. They were costlier for this reason and even when I had regular connects they would still slightly overcharge.

HP was the hood, Tuckton to be southeast corner of the city, it's almost all black and largely projects, Section 8, and generally low-income housing. You can watch a doc or the trailer of said doc on YouTube about it called Straight Out a Hunter's Point. It's the realest of shit. Anyway, I met a wealthy blonde white girl, I'm also white, from a suburb of San Francisco who too was an addict. She had gotten a great connect in HP she told me but was afraid to go alone.

This lead to me driving her in her car there every day, day or two, and we would both buy our stuff. We would then drive somewhere Seidel and shoot up together. She had a serious boyfriend and me and her were always simply platonic but friendly and would openly chat. A few days before I moved to L.A., I told her about a pregnancy scare I had with an X-age period that was simply late then happening, and my friend mentions to me that she hadn't had her period in more than six months. She explained she was on the pill but would forget to take it all the time and that heroin messes with your cycle. She isn't a big girl, but she's a little overweight.

I urged her to see a doctor just to be safe as she had insurance. The morning I was driving to L.A. for the move, she calls me and tells me she's pregnant at the doctor's office. She was fairly calm and said sadly she would abort cause clearly she couldn't have a kid right now in her state. For hours later she calls me and tells me she's already in her third trimester and it's too late, she's having the kid. While her boyfriend knew she would smoke weed and drink sometimes and smoked cigarettes daily, he didn't know she was a heroin addict or user, not did her family. So that day she had some very intense phone calls to make to her parents and BF. The doctors told her to get on methadone and she did that very day. She stopped smoking and drinking too. She was

told not to kick while pregnant so she waited till she have birth. The baby was weaned off some baby methadone over the course of a few weeks at the hospital and then went home a healthy baby and still is to this day. My friend stopped methadone, cold turkey a few weeks later she said for her kid. I was so happy for her, heroin is so hard to defeat and her need to step up and be a mother and the love for her baby overcame her addiction. I was proud of her and felt inspired, I truly believed love could conquer my addiction too maybe someday. Now I'm not rushing to have a kid to do this, I want kids but not while I'm still using. But for the first time, I saw a potential light at the end KF this cold dark achyre tunnel. Me and her were talking maybe once every couple

months, I always called her. She picked up maybe a third of the time. I figured she was a mom now and while we are friends, she didn't have room for addicts in her new life and I respected that even then it meant not getting to be in her life as much, it was for a greater good I could get behind. I drove up to San Francisco from L.A. last Friday and spent the week seeing old friends and family. Catching up with buddies from high school and my old neighborhood friends. It was a great trip. For days and I ran out of dope. This wasn't a problem as I saved the guy who sold dope in HP's number so I called him to meet at the usual spot. As I'm pulling in, I see a familiar car. Same make, model, year and color. I walked over and there she was, two-year-old in his car

seat in the back, waiting to meet the SE person I was there to meet. I'm there for the same reason, who was I to judge her, I didn't have a toddler with me, but I said, still shrugged it off, got in, and we caught up. She told me she almost never used and this was just a treat, a once-in-a-while thing. She bought our dope and went our suppressed ways. I packed my stuff, took a shot for the road and began my ride back to L.A., knowing I wouldn't get in until one or two I deseed to buy one last gram so I would have something for when I got home and the next morning. So again I called the H.P. Connect and went to the meeting place. I bought my gram and as I rode out of the parking lot, she pulled in, not recognizing me

underneath my full-face motorcycle helmet but it was for sure her, toddler and all in the back. I spent a lot of the five-and-a-half-hour ride home thinking about this. I always thought a mother's love for their child was one of to be most powerful driving forces in earth. If this girl couldn't love her own son, her own flesh and blood who she have birthed to enough to stop using, will I ever love or be loved enough to be able to do the same? I tried convincing myself that my mom wasn't around much and I've had ex-girlfriends who I felt loved and cared for me far more than my mother ever had, above and beyond changing diapers and feeding me,

the essentials of keeping your kid alive. This whole experience fucked with my head and I tried to sleep it off and I'm still thinking about it this afternoon. Just wanted to write for a bit, I guess. Thanks. The end.