I have been off meth for 8 months, longest time meth free in 15 years. I'm done with it for good this time. But I'm wandering how and why do we love the drug so much and the feeling of it, even after we have seen what it does to a person and families and towns? When I'd do it I knew what the end result would be, I seen my husband and "friends" tweaking out acting stupid. I had a nice home, decent husband, 3 kids. I was a stay at home mom and wife until he and I started doing meth together. Then he started dealing it and cooking it, he sold his business he started, we had $200,000 blown in 6 months. My kids went to my parents and I stayed out hanging onto my husband at first then it was just the meth. I finally got put in jail for 4 months, got out and went to my friends house, who is a big drug dealer. Stayed strung out for a few months, then I had hit my rock bottom. No, I wasn't homeless or selling my body or stealing for my drugs, but I was empty. I finally left my hometown with out telling anyone where I was, ended up 150 miles away from home. To get away from the drugs, people and places. I had no contact whatsoever with my kids or parents for year until I was sure I was done with it. I didn't want to run back home and get into the same mess I ran from. My husband is still out there worse than ever. But I cant understand why people cant see the hell that meth produces..