I was married to a man I thought I knew for 13 years. Then things went horribly wrong. His mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away 6 months later. Understandably, this nearly destroyed my then husband. Less than a year later, he was in so much pain he could barely walk. His knees were deteriorating and his doctor said he was not a good candidate for surgery. Instead, this insane doctor prescribed his 3 different narcotics and 2 muscle relaxers for the pain. This was the beginning of the end of our marriage. For awhile, he took his meds as prescribed. The pain continued to get worse and he began taking steroid shots. The shots did not phase the pain so little did I know, my husband started doubling up on his pills. I began to notice that he ran out much earlier in the month than he used to. He began staying up all night so he could sneak and drink while I was asleep. He slept all day long and had very little to do with me and our two children. I started counting his pills. I realized that he was running out of all his meds within the first 7-10 days of the month. This terrified me. I talked to him and begged him to get help. He denied he had a problem. I hid his meds thinking if I only gave them to him as they were prescribed things would change. He would find them and take more while I was gone to work. I would ask him if he had taken more than he was supposed to. He always denied it. I counted the pills again and again and again and realized I was being lied to all the time. Finally, I could not take the lies anymore. I told him that he had to get help because he was letting this addiction tear his family apart. He acted like I wasn't even talking to him. After dealing with this for over two years, I told him I wanted a divorce. He was devastated. But still not devastated enough to get help. We separated and then tried to reconcile a couple of times afterwards. After all the lies, my feelings were not the same. I had not trust in this man that I truly believed I would spend my life with at one time. The ironic thing is that a year after I realized there was no saving our marriage, his doctor decided to perform the knee surgery. He eventually got off the pills and was able to go back to work. But by then, neither of us felt the same. There had been bitterness between us over our kids and the fact that I had tried to move on with my life. We got divorced and I am now in a happy marriage myself. He is in a new relationship and I honestly hope it works out for him. He wants to repair his relationship with the kids and I am praying that he can. There will always be a part of me that asks why this ever happened. What purpose is there for an otherwise happy family to just shatter like this? I don't have that answer. But I will say this, if someone who truly loves you shows concern that you may have an addiction problem, it is possible that you do. Please get help and don't let your world come crashing down on you. Life is worth so much more than the fix anyone can get from an addiction.