I found this site yesterday, and have read and read. I hope and hopeless, both at the same time. My husband of 17 years is a meth user and pot smoker. He is without a doubt the finest man I have ever known, and loved. He will do anything, for anybody. But....the power of meth is more than I can handle. He has used drugs of all sorts for 50 years!. He was on probation when I met him, and was clean. That's the man I love. The minute he was off probation he went back to doing meth with his ex wife, who was with him when they were arrested. She had a lighter probation because being the man he is, he took full responsibility. We've been arguing ever since. It's been 7 years. I finally told him he had to leave, and he is in the process of doing that. I have grown children and have 2 teenage grandchildren. I worry about how their lives would be affected if their "Papa" were to get busted, and the news would be out, in our small town. I have a job in which I handle lots of money. My association with meth could get me fired. My daughter is a teacher. Parents of students could ask for her resignation, just by association. My son has a position as an elected official. He could be destroyed, by association. I worry about the "what if". He does not. He says he doesn't live his life by what if's. I have to. It's my job to protect my family.
I fear my husband being arrested. I fear my husband destroying his life, mind, and body, right before my eyes. I thought we had the fairy tale, the happily ever after. But my whole world has fallen apart. I have more pain than I ever thought humanly possible to have to bear.
My husband has God in his life. Not a church-goer, but a personal relationship. He talks to God. I've heard how some people "find God" and get off drugs. He already HAS God, and still meth is more powerful than anything in his life. He says he doesn't "need" meth, but he likes it. He says he is not walking away from me, but walking "to himself". The drug is who he is, is what he's telling me.
I can't fight the drug any more. I can't compete with the euphoria. I'm trying so hard to understand, but I've never been a drug user. I don't know how it feels to need the euphoria. To me, it's as if the most beautiful, enchanting woman has seduced him into believing she is everything he will ever need. But she will kill him, or destroy him.
He doesn't believe meth is addictive, or harmful in any way to his body or mind. He says meth gives him "clarity" to see things better and more clearly.
I guess I'm just looking for hope, and praying for a miracle. I think at this point, only a Divine intervention will save him. Even if God decides it's too late for my husband and me, I still pray that God can somehow get the drugs out my husband's life - for him.
I'm sorry for such a long post. My first post. Can someone please tell me what to do with the pain? The feeling of worthlessness?
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