Addiction and abuse tore us apart
by BeckyM
When we started out, I felt like we were the perfect couple, and a lot of our family and friends thought so too. Looking back, I realize that my husband just needed a "best friend with a big bank account" until his Dad passed and he could get his hands on his inheritance.
We came from different states and met at a training class. I only knew him two years when we married. I thought I knew him better than myself (big mistake).
As time went on (and my income decreased because of the economy), my Prince Charming started turning into Satan. He quit working and almost drained my financial resources. When I started talking about the situation he attempted suicide. I thought it was a cry for help -- it was just another trick in his bag to get my attention turned back to him.
As soon as his Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer he started changing dramatically and ignoring my concerns. He started using heavy-duty drugs, stopped all sexual relations with me, was caught stealing, etc. One day he left and did not come back.
In the last six months I found out about much more, and it is documented. He is attracted to other men, so I had to get tested. Although Dad was very sick, his life ended rather abruptly and there are questions in the family about how that happened (pillow over his face)?
Still, instead of anger, I feel sorry for him. He is so mixed up that he has never experienced love on the level that most humans experience at least once in their lives. The good news is my friends and family say they finally got the "real" me back. I had no idea how far I strayed from myself in my efforts to help a hopeless cause.