Letters From Family & Friends of Meth Addicts

• Jan
  06

  The Perfect Man

  I had finally found the perfect man. We came together in a magical way and bonded our families together. He was 41 and I was 29 and I was sure we would spend the rest of our lives together. We had 2 children (mine from a previous marriage) and were expecting our first one together. Life was really great during the first couple of years, but very slowly things began to change. He became very critical, moody and listless. I began to wonder if he had psychological problems.

  In time the condition worsened and shortly after our baby turned two, he disappeared for 5 days. During this time he would not respond to cell phone messages, and shut the world out. When he ran out of money, he came to me and admitted that he was a crank addict; his addiction had cost us around $1,500 per MONTH. I couldn't believe that my 46 year old husband was a drug addict, so I took a lot of the blame and welcomed him back home to recover. Things went well for about 3 weeks while he detoxed, but shortly thereafter I started noticing the same changes. I began to question him, and he would just lie to my face.

  He disappeared again, this time for 3 weeks, and again when he was broke, professed his love for me and agreed to go into rehab and to about 10 other conditions I set forward. Well, it is now 8 weeks later, and I have moved out of the home we purchased together. I have finally had to say, enough. He did not follow through on one of the conditions, had a lot of unexplained expenditures, and would be missing for hours at a time. I have just found out that I am once again pregnant, and I know that if his addiction doesn't get under control, he will not be around to see his baby born.

  I hope anybody who reads this letter will see that your addiction doesn't just destroy you; it destroys your whole family. My husband was only one year ago a top salesperson with his internet company, earning $200,000 per year, he had a wonderful loving family and the whole world at his feet. The last time I saw him he was unemployed, selling all of the possessions he worked so hard for, just to get another line. Our home is in foreclosure, and his car is about to be repossessed. This man is only a shell of the man he once was, and it is all due to crank.

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  Posted on January 6th, 2011

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