When I realized that the man I loved was a drug addict, the first thing that went through my mind was "I can help him; I can get him to stop taking the drugs". I allowed myself to think this for a couple months. Then reality began to set in. It did not matter how much I loved him. It did not even matter how much he loved me. The drugs took away the essence of the person he had been. I finally realized that this person I had lived with for over two years had become a stranger to me. Through support groups, I learned that an addict is responsible for themselves. I could do nothing to stop th...
More..Anne Thrasher
Haleyville, Alabama US
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