Hello,
I met my current boyfriend 4 years ago while visiting a friend of mine in court appointed Drug Rehab. Yes, I know, he was in Drug Rehab, I should have known better, but my first thought was of the quote in the bible: when I was in prison, you came to visit me Matthew 25:34-40. I just thought, if it were me, I would want a friend to visit me. So that is how it all started. I thought I was meeting someone who was trying to change their life, make it all better. I was so wrong. 4 days after he got out of Rehab, he disappeared for 3 months. I thought something terrible had happened to him, so I spent every night searching the streets for him. I finally found him, I should have stopped when he disappeared.
I have spent the past 3 1/2 years listening to the lies, the deception, the mood swings, the yelling, the name calling, the cheating, the not coming home, the not picking up the phone for days, the nights of crying myself to sleep, and just asking myself Why? Why do I put up with this? Why of all people did I have to fall in love with him? Why can't he just stop, and look at what he is doing to me and to himself? His is slowly killing himself, and all I can do is sit there and watch him. If I ask him not to do it around me, he will just sneak around and do it. And with the drugs comes drinking and with those two things, comes the cheating. Again, why would I want to be with someone who doesn't even act like he loves me enough to be faithful to me?
Oh, I forgot to mention, I am trying to do all of this with him, while putting myself through Medical School. He has no job, so all the bills are mine to pay, do any of you know what medical school costs these days? Thanks to his wonderful habit, he is about to be put in jail for the next 6 months and then 3 yrs probation. Again, the bible verse comes to me as I write this with the tears streaming down my face: When I was in prison, you came to visit me. What do I do now? Do I follow my heart and stand by him, waiting to give him a future that most drug addicts only dream of, living the life of a Doctor? Or do I follow my head, and use this time apart to get out?
Sometimes, I just wish I understood what kind of hold that drug has...why nothing else ever seems to matter, not even when I sit there in front of him crying...begging. It has not only turned him into someone else, it has also taken me to a very dark place in my life. A place I don't like being. I don't like to feel like this. I want to feel loved, by someone who doesn't put me second to an illegal substance.
Any time you want to chat...anytime anyone wants to chat, I'm willing to listen. If your willing to listen to me in return. email me: christina.mullins@rfums.org