Nothing makes me want to relapse like the despair of someone you love betraying you. I offered my ex an opportunity to stay with me, stay sober, and help him find a job and his own place. So maybe I'm too damn nice, but then I found out now that he's already going behind my back with this chick because shes a drug dealer and has money....while he's staying at my house. Naturally I'm heart broken that he'd do something like this but he even found a way to blame it all on me. UGH...I need a massive change of sceanery. These walls just remind me of my old routines. The spot I used to keep my pills and straw and other tools. The little crafts and things I used to do when I had that buzz. I dont think a hot bath or a good book is gonna get me outta this mood. What to do???