when i met my ex-husband, i was an unexperienced girl both sexually and relationship wise, he was my first man, my first love, my first pretty much everything,
i did not know he was using drugs, we did not see each other often enough so i couldn't tell when he was or wasn't on anything, i had never had an expirience first hand with anyone using drugs.
when we finally got married, i began to notice things, but still did not understand or know.
one day while washing his clothes I found weed in the small pocket in his jeans. even then I did not know what it was but i asked. the person i asked told me it was weed!
until then i did not know how to react,
my husband said it was just somehting he used to calm him when he had stress.
he never did smoke in front of me. his use from weed went to taking pills, pretty much anything he could find, agian never in front of me.
his family and i tryed to get help for him, because it became worse and worse. he lost his apetite for food, he did not want to work and began to steal even from us at home.
we realized we could not do anything for him as long as he did not see it as a problem, we did not give up on him but we kept trying to help him with our support and love, we had him commited a few times but he kept escaping.
he saw whathe was putting us all through but nothing worked.
after i had my son, one night he wanted intercourse, but it had not been the 40 days i was supposed to wait to recover from giving birth. he decided if he asked i would say no , so he put something in my coffee that night and drugged me, rapped me and fell asleep. the next morning acted as if nothing had ever happened.
after this i could not ever trust him agian with anyhting he wanted me to eat or drink. i forgave him and we kept trying to make things work and kept trying to get him help.
one night when my son was three months old, i was downstairs cooking dinner, we had two ways into our room. i went to check on my baby from the back way, and saw him snorting cocaine.
it was terrible i got something, a vision if you like, i saw what this life with him would be for my son and me there, i knew my son deserved a much better chance in life than to grow up with seeing his father drug hisself to death and even worse to see it as something normal.
when we met his weight waa aproximately 135.lbs when i left him his weight was at aproximately 90.lbs
a couple of weeks later i picked up my son and we left him behind. i heard a couple of years ago that he emptied his mothers house out completely causing her a stroke.
he still did not see what he was doing. and if he sis he just did not care.
2006-06-07 04:16:28
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answered by sexychia35 3
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I used crack cocaine and cocaine for about 5 months back in 1990 or 1991. I stole from my friends, sold things, broke into cars, broke into railroad cars, etc. It was horrible. When I looked and saw how I was living and what condition I was putting my daughter in, I quit, cold turkey, all by myself. It sucked and was hard but I did it and haven't touched it since.
2006-06-07 03:49:22
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answered by Stacy R 6
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If you look in my profile you will find both my websites about crack, how to conquer it and a ton of peoples experiences. also I have abt 1000 members in our yahoo and MSN groups of people who might want to share their stories. Also on CCR site in the free help then scroll to helpful likes is a link to a self publish site you might want to check into and there are no upfront cost to publish your book yourself. Its what we use to promote our books, program and materials.
Camille
2006-06-14 02:17:23
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answered by cammiegibson 2
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if you send me an email I will give my experience with my cousin. My email is tasamaurer@yahoo.com
2006-06-07 03:48:37
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answered by Anne M 4
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