I too, live in Las Vegas, and I am well aware of this cities propensity for all the vices anyone could ever want. A 24/7 town such as Vegas, is unlike any other place in the country, maybe the world.
When you mention "he drinks a bit", I can relate completely, but are you being accurate by a "bit"? In this town, the gambling, the drugs, the sex industry, the free booze, it sometime amazes me how people last as long as they do living here with the tempations such as they are.
I also have been married a long time, 33 yrs and I suffer in much the same as you. I too, know what frustration feels like when I watch my spouse throw away our future by prescription drugs.
Sometimes, I wonder as well about how I love my spouse, but then I remember the person they used to be and what they stood for, in what seems like so long ago.
My situation is the reality of doctors and their love of writing prescriptions. The reality of serious medical problems are real in my world but at some point along the way, and over the last 5-7 yrs the medical issues have taken a back seat to the addiction and abuse of prescription pain killers.
The realization came over time, as I am sure yours has that I have somehow become the enemy, and that reflection of love, caring and nurturing that I once saw has now been replaced by a fog, with hopeful promise of clearing that seems to dwindle with each passing day. As I sit and watch my spouse whose real medical issues are being reduced to confusion and ignorance, I often wonder if my love has changed. Then I realize that the love remains, it is the demon of addiction that I have learned to hate.
It is a difficult road, not just for us, as spouses, but for the loss of our loved ones to an enemy only they can see, feel and fight when and if they choose.
It becomes obvious when the doctors appointments to treat, test and idenfity become secondary to the ones who will provide the much needed drug. Like alcohol, it absorbs into the very fabric of your life, and with each breath taken it shortens everyone's goals and dreams.
To be a spouse to someone whose addiction has taken control, you learn very quickly that to fight something you can't see, hear, feel or touch becomes moot. It is not like competing with another in an affair situation, for with that at least you can learn of your competitions weakness and strenghts. With addiction, it is impossible.
In 33 yrs of normal up's and downs, I have admittedly lost what I thought were both of our hopes and dreams and have become the enemy. I am seen through a haze of deliberation and malice, no longer trusted and respected, for my replacement is Oxycontin.
I do not believe that my spouse set out on this dead end journey, I know that to be the truth. The pain was real, the diagnosis was haphazard, the treatement, easy. Over time, it became all encompassing, treat the pain with more pills, and before long the doctors began to only treat the addiction,. Acknowledging this was difficult, but to watch someone whom you have loved for so long, sit on a sofa, so stoned that to hold their head up was the equivalent of lifting a mac truck, is truly heartbreaking. When holding a cigarette becomes a chore, with the excuse that "lack of sleep" is catching up with me, is a realization of pending doom.
With logic, a person rationalizes a medical condition and promotes a standard that supports improvement. Not being able to sleep would preclude avoiding caffine/coffee at 10 at night, but to someone who watches the clock, simply waiting for a "respectible time" to take the next pill, staying awake is required. Even when the pain is tolarable, taking the next pill simply as the directions require defeats the purpose. I understand completely the need to maintain a level of pain killer in the blood, not letting it drop to low, avoiding withdrawls and pain. But, as with alcohol, it is demanded to the point of irrational and often willful disregard for it's consequences. The forgetfulness, the paranoia, the uncertainity, the dis-trust.
So, scared of what's out there, no. Scared of what's in front of me, absolutly. I can face what I can see, feel, hear and touch, but I can't fight or deal with the invisablity of addictin and abuse. I may lose one of the most precious things in my life, as you may. But understand, that what you have lost in love has only been replaced by another, more intoxicating presence in your spouses life; for you alcohol for me Oxycontin.
I find myself praying more each day, that I not come home, or walk into the bedroom during the more frequent, "naps' finding my life dead, resting on a pillow, cat curled next to my spouse. I panic when I am unable to reach my spouse at a prearraged phone call, and I panic when I think of what to tell our kids, what will they think, how can I explain this to them?
Then, all is ok and I can allow myself to breathe another day, until the next time, or the next, until one day, the medical problems take the final backseat.
But, as it is probably with you, I am now the one to watch, hide from and lie to, I am the enemy who dares to speak what they know to be the truth, for to disrespect what is needed is disrespecting them, it's personal. Funny, how ironic that is, just ask my nemesis, Oxycontin.
Friends, we had them, but as time goes by, and the paranoia and negativity of life increases the more distant they become. The unfulfilled promises, the goals, dreams and hopes seem to come and go depending on the supply, but they don't materialize, they can't, Oxycontin won't allow it, for that would be too far from the wonderful doctor who likes to write prescriptions.
I love my spouse, always have always will. Until death do us part is the vow I took. I pray with every fiber of my being it will be a long way off, but logical reasoning, and a physical body may dash my hopes like the sun emiting it's final ray's before burning out.
You must believe in yourself, that you too, can change your life. I have come to the realization that I must be steadfast and refuse to allow my spouse to entice me into being the co-dependant. As a result, I must find my way from the darkness of hate before it consumes me and I will continue to struggle against my spouse's new best friend. I will not allow it to rule me anymore without a fight, it is just not who I am.
A loving and caring person with a great sense of humor, a sense of fairness with the world, who made a difference still exsists in there, for every once in a while, it still shines, even if only for a moment until I once again become the one who must mean other that what is obvious but surely with the now ever present ulterior motive.
No doubt, and with you as well, watching the destruction of substance abuse wither away all self respect to someone you have spent your life with, it is no wonder that you question how your feelings may have changed. I hope you understand the difference of loving the person and hating the things that now control them.
Good luck to you, maybe we will speak someday. I hope it won't be a result of sadness.
2006-09-11 20:30:16
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