My father was exmilitary and a police man for my whole upbringing. He was insanely strict about boys, smoking and drugs. I was so obedient to him that would never have imagined even experimenting when I was younger. I never drank as a teen and did not rebel. This lasted all the way throught my 20's. When I was 30 I met a younger man and fell in love. He was smart and fun and all the girls I worked with wanted him. I found out he was a habitual cocaine user after we were in a committed relationship and it was a shock. I told him it was a deal breaker. I was okay with the fact that he was a stoner and had even smoked with him, but coke was a hard drug and I was terrified I was with a coke head. Though he promised to quit I caught him several times slipping. I felt betrayed and was so full of shock it tore me up. I couldn't understand the mind of a user and it invaded my mind. This is one story of addiction I've dealt with up close and it scared me.