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Drug Addiction and The Effects On Loved Ones

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					Drug Addiction and The Effects On Loved Ones
We were high school sweethearts. Reunited after nearly 20 years, he was
the one my heart had always belonged to. Love at first site is real. That
is how we fell in love. The first time we saw each other, our eyes met
and from that moment on, my life has never been the same. My first
marriage ended in divorce and my second marriage left me as a young
widowed mother of two. About a year after my husband's death, I got a
very shocking email. He was looking for me! My high school sweetie was
trying to find me and I just broke down and cried in disbelief. At the
time, I thought it was fate. I was on top of the world thinking that I
would finally be with that one special person I never seemed to be able
to put out of my mind. After talking for awhile and getting up to date on
each others lives, I learned that his life was far from joyous. At the
time, he was in a place in another state that helps drug addicts. He had
a job and seemed pretty stable. He told me he had been clean for two
years. Not knowing anything about drugs myself, I thought that all he
needed was me. I thought that as long as he had my love and knew it was
true, he would never feel the need for drugs again. My entire world was
fixing to be turned upside down.
After driving to another state to be reunited with my old flame, we
decided that he would move to my city so we could be together. He found a
job really quick, but couldn't find a decent place to stay. So I allowed
him to stay with me. That is a move that didn't take me long to regret.
Once he stayed and I was in his arms, I didn't want to let go of him
again. So my home became his home. It didn't take long to learn that he
hadn't given up cocaine. He started staying out all night. The first
time, it wasn't just all night, he was gone for several days. The truth
started becoming reality not long after that. We had went out to a bar
with some friends and after a few drinks, he wanted me to take him to buy
drugs. I refused and told him we were going home. On the way home, we got
into a heated argument and he tried to hit me. I was driving and I pulled
over on the side of the at 4am and told him to get out. I wasn't sure who
this man was, but it wasn't somebody I loved. I felt bad and went back to
pick him up. We agreed that he would leave that night. He was going to
pack his clothes and I would take him to the bus station. But when we got
home, he took off in one of my vehicles. After we cooled down and he got
his drugs out of his system, we agreed to work it out. But things only
got worse. On payday, he wouldn't bother coming home. He was gone for the
weekend, getting high. Eventually, he started stealing from me. He stole
items from my home to trade for drugs or money to get drugs. He stole my
credit cards and drained my bank accounts. I had to take leave from my
job because the situation was so stressful.
"Baby Blue" as I call him, was honestly a good man when he was sober.
Very caring, very loving and gentle. But once he started drinking and
doing cocaine, he became very abusive and destructive. The situation
progressively worsened. While on drugs, he would make up stuff and see
things that I didn't see. I knew it was the drugs. But he would accuse me
of trying to hide things. Such as he thought I was cheating on him and
that is the last thing I would do. Eventually, he took a trip back to his
home state and never returned. The bad part, he stole one of my vehicles
in the process. I had to drive to another state and hunt him down only to
find he didn't have my vehicle. He said he let someone drive it to the
store and they never returned it. I will never forget the pain of that
night. He was so strung out on drugs and I had him in my hotel room
planning on having him arrested for the theft of my vehicle. It was this
night that I found out what no woman would ever want to here. Never in a
million years did I think one man could hurt me so much. He told me what
he had been doing there those past few days and it was like someone shot
a bullet right into my heart. He had been running around with a
prostitute and had also been selling himself to other men for drugs. This
man that I loved so much was sleeping with other men. I just wanted to
die at that moment. I could not believe this was happening. What more
could I do? What I did next was the hardest thing I had ever been through
next to the death of my husband.
He wanted more drugs. He wanted me to take him. At first, I refused. Then
after a few moments, I agreed. My intention was to find out where the
drug dealer lived. I was from out of state, but I am very good at
directions. I remembered the name of the road and number on the house.
After returning to the hotel, he went in the bathroom and did his drug
thing. That was the one that finally made him tired enough to sleep. I
rubbed his back for him to ensure he would go to sleep. It was already
after daybreak, so I made my move. I called the police. Within an hour,
there were three police cars outside the hotel room door. I talked to
them outside. They entered the room and woke him up. After asking a few
questions, they decided to arrest him. He started fighting with them and
I thought they were going to break his neck when they through him down on
the bed. I was standing beside the wall and I just fell down on my knees
begging him not to fight. As they took him away, the cops came back in to
comfort me and told me to go home and to never come back. That boy was no
good for me and I needed to stay away from him.
I cried all the way home, a four hour drive. I never returned to my job
because the stress caused a back injury to worsen. "Baby Blue" spent four
months in a detention center for theft of my vehicle. Today, he is back
out on the streets and still doing drugs. I do not know what I could have
done to save him. I think he is content doing what he does. As for me, my
kids were far more important than having a man to love and run after. No
man will ever come before my kids. My experiences have lead me to start a
blog about drug and alcohol abuse. I have received great reviews for my
work on this blog.
Please take time to visit at http://livedrugfree.blogspot.com

				
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