This one is a long one, but I tried summing it up the best I could.
I’ve been dating this guy for a 1 ½ year now. There was moment of bliss that turned out to be a strong bond and love for each other. I never felt so connected to someone, except for when I was with my first love when I was 18, I am now 31.
We never fought. I am the social butterfly and he’s the laid back type. We seem to fit like hand and glove.
A short time had passed after we first started dating. Then the bomb hit. I found out, he is a cocaine addict. I was shocked and so deeply hurt and disappointed.
How could something so real, so right, that I have waited for, for so long end up so wrong?
I cried like a baby. Every time I find someone, something has to be so horribly wrong with them! I feel cursed!
My past speaks for itself. I have dated a long line of losers and users. This one didn’t carry those characteristics. He wasn’t mean, he wasn’t trying hard to impress. He was just himself, and a sweetheart at that.
This is what made it so difficult for me to detach at that time. I saw potential in him. I saw so much good, and so I invested myself in him to hopefully make a difference. The other girls he dated were not of the best kind and I was the most stable “normal” woman he ever dated. His parents even agreed and hoped things would get better.
They did….for a short time. Then, just when things started looking up, just when he started doing better at work, got a car, caught up on bills and began repairing his relationships he’d screw up again!
It has been like a roller coaster and I feel so much empathy for his mother and father, for what he has been putting them through for years.
Just recently he checked himself into a rehab for a week. He then followed up with out patient care and meetings. He “graduated” from that, and has gotten a new job and new car.
Mind you it had been some time since he had a car last, and the last time he did, he totaled it on purpose and went on a cocaine binge.
The first day with the car, he disappears for over an hour, when he tells his father he is going to drop off a prescription. He comes back and of course, his parents aren’t happy.
There’s virtually no trust left, and I don’t blame them, because I have so little myself.
He took off again then came back a little later. I wanted him to come over last night, because I was going to be all alone in my apartment. I don’t like being alone. So, he was supposed to be on his way, when he never showed up. He called me at around 1:30am stating that he just needed to be alone and was just driving around. Mind you, his father had just given him $15, so you know what we all were thinking.
I was just so hurt and ticked! I couldn’t believe he was doing this. Just a week before we came back from vacation and he couldn’t wait to go home, or so I thought, but in reality he went out and used again!
He just seems to expect a lot, and wants everyone to turn the page. It isn’t that easy. I love this guy, but I can’t trust him and it frustrates me. I also have an 11 year old son. I know what I need to do, but my heart doesn’t know how to do it. I don’t want to be stuck in this crazy whirlwind anymore; at the same time my heart is broken. What should I do?
2007-07-25
06:38:59
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Deni
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