First I want to say that when I met my husband he was alread in big trouble. I was nieve and didn't really understand what I was getting into. He had gotten out of the military in the Spring of 06, due to some issues with an officer or something ( I really don't know the story ), we met in the summer of 06. He was living with his mother and stepfather....but his mom was in NYC ( She wishes she could live there, is on her 5th husband and also is or has been addicted to vicodin/and or others aswell ). We jumped to serious so quickly, he was really just a lot of fun and I had kinda needed a little, a few months into our relationship I dabled a little in some of the things he did then, that I knew of, X, xanax, cocaine and pot, all of which I had never even seen before. I wanted to badly (and STUPID) to be a part of his world, STUPID STUPID. But I got a little smart at some point and decided I wasn't going to get caught up. I found out I was pregnant in January of 2007 (Fast, I know), found out it was twins in Feb of 2007. Since I stopped doing things with him and since the pregnancy I seriously had my eyes wide open to what was and had been going on around me, he had serious issues. I believe that the other drugs were only a fix when he couldn't get his drug of choice....vicodin. He and his mother and people they would pay to go with would go to these pain management clinics in another city and get 120vics, 90 xanax and 90 somas once a month for each person including them that would go for them. When they ran out of that, he would hit the streets for them, through connections they both knew.... but she was above doing this dirty work herself.
Once pregnant and knowing what was going on, I tried to bargain, tried to learn about this, tried everything... I threatening (which I know doesn't help), EVERYTHING. I was carrying his children inside of me, I didn't want to leave him but at the same time I am not sure why I didn't. I don't know him at all, atleast not sober. First he promised to quit before the kids were born..HA, I went into preterm labor 6 1/2 weeks early due to High blood pressure, I hadn't seen him in days and he had my car... I couldn't drive his, its a stick. He finally made it home in the middle of the night on a Tuesday, I had missed my apt with my reg OB the day before but had an apt with the specialist (since it was twins and I was quite underweight due to stress). I got in my car and drove to my apt, leaving him there asleep, he couldn't have taken me even if I could have woken up. Anyways, I get to my doc and explain how I had been feeling and they tell me I had been in labor for several days.... had severe high blood pressure and they couldn't believe I had driven there alone. I didn't know! Anyways I had to call his mother to go beat down the door so he wouldn't embarrass me by not making an appearance at the hospital, he was the last one there and I knew his mom had to of fed him a handful of vics before he came in. I had an emergency c-section with in 2 hours of my arrival. We spent a month in the hospital, they were so small. He was by my side for the most part, eating my pain meds... his mom would drop more off for him ofcourse everytime I ran out. Finally in Oct of 2007, after doing research forever, we found a local out patient clinic (HUGE MISTAKE), that was able to prescribe Suboxone. 2 days later we went to the beach with our kids and he convieniently went completely out of the way to meet someone his mom had sent to a clinic to get a whole script of vics for them to share.
I really have no idea how often he screws up now, he has had a lot of dental work done, convieniently, I mean he does have horrible teeth and just got all of his uppers pulled a few months ago and now has a denture which he claims is very painful. Right now we are in a really tough spot, I make virtualy no income working for his mother (ANOTHER HUGE MISTAKE on my part) and he really doesn't do anything. I pay for his suboxone and apparently his mom is still helping him get vics when he wants or needs. He needs help, help I can't give him... I try to be supportive but I am not going to condone his behaivior or respect it. He has one friend that is even worth talking to, all the rest are in some way connects to some form of drug. He of course blames all of our problems on me except for on the rare occasion that he comes home after being gone for a day and cries and admits to his problems. He needs more than an outpatient program, especially on that is also prescribing him Oxy or Norco when he says the suboxone isn't killing his pain (the pain that I don't think is there at all). I know that we need to get away from his mother, we are both looking for jobs, I have two kids to think about. We are stuck between a rock and a hard place, our only source of income is through his greatest enabeler. He wants me to move on from the past, THE PAST, he was gone all day yesterday down in the ghetto feening for something, away from us, his family. His excuse, we were fighting, but we weren't, he all the sudden made a huge deal about nothing and stormed out. I am sick and tired of all of this. But I don't want to leave him. I hope someone understands what I am about to say but I don't even know if I am in love with him, I don't know him sober.... I mean he can be a really great guy sometimes, and when he is here he is a great father to our now 15 mo old twins. I love him and care a great deal about him. I want him to get better, but at this point I don't know if and when he is sober, will I even like him?! This sounds horrible I know but how am I supposed to know, and how am I supposed to move on from the past when the past isn't even 24hrs behind me, as far as I am concerned yesterday is part of the present. I really do try my hardest to make the best out of all of the drama and all of the things that are eating me up inside. I am just at a loss here, I don't know what to do. I part of me wants to leave. Maybe that could be his rock bottom, but I don't want to do that to him... without me in his life, he literally has no one. I could kick him out and he would for sure be crashing on some drug dealers floor doing god knows what to earn his keep. I am so scared, he thinks I hate him.... I don't as my handle says.... II HATE VICODIN.....
I am not looking for a solution, I know that every situation is different, I just want someone/anyone to read, to listen and offer any encouragement, advice or just your thoughts on our situation.