Marriage and Cocaine Counseling 101
Stress used to be my excuse for everything. I had a wife, a family, a job, a house payment, bills, the stress just kept adding up. I seldom had time for myself, everyone wanted a piece of me. When a friend slipped me some cocaine one night and told me it would help me relax, I thought “why not?” We were on a business trip, it did not seem to have hurt him any so again, why not?
I did not realize that I was saying yes that night to just one more demand on my time. At first, I thought it was just letting me know that I needed a break from all the stress and responsibility. It took quite a while before I realized that it was actually the opposite, the cocaine was demanding more and more of my time, my mind, my body and my money.
My wife knew something was up but even in her wildest dreams she never suspected cocaine until the day she cleaned out my blazer pocket to get it ready for the dry cleaners. When she pulled out the white powder, she was honestly shocked. She came in to the bedroom where I was still sleeping that Saturday morning and admitted that she thought I was having an affair, but she was stunned to find out about the cocaine use. She told me she would help me with anything and she would accept anything: an illness, me losing my job and working for minimum wage, but she would not tolerate drugs because of our children.
She gave me an ultimatum that Saturday. On Monday she moved out. Within a week, my friend who had gotten me started on cocaine had lost his job. That was an eye opener for me. I called my wife who was staying at her sister’s house and told her what had happened. I told her I realized I needed help or I would be next. My employer was a reputable Fortune 500 company but if I did not get help on my own, they might show me the door as well.
That was four years ago. When I went into rehab, my wife came home. We underwent marriage and family counseling as well as sessions to deal with my cocaine addiction. Those marriage counseling sessions opened up our lines to communication in ways we had never experienced.
Turning to cocaine was wrong. I do believe my marriage is stronger now, but it would have been nice to have just gone the marriage counseling route and sidestep the cocaine addiction altogether. Still, I am just grateful we got a second chance at all.
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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
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