Drug Addiction Stories

My husband saw the look of panic on my face when I came out of the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I motioned for him to go in the bathroom with me and look out the window. Across the street was parked a familiar car, my ex boyfriend’s.

This would not have been a big deal except that seeing his car brought back memories of a time when I felt like a babysitter for a man five years older than me. We only dated a little while but he drank non-stop and mixed it with different drugs. I begged him repeatedly to stop before he ended up hurting himself. I hated the situation and tried to end the relationship only to have him overdose one night. I called 911 and he barely made it. The day I took him home from the hospital, I told him I could not remain in a relationship with someone who did drugs and drank the way he did. I had never been into drugs myself and would not see someone who put himself at risk like that. He hollered at me that I was abandoning him when he needed me most. He walked towards me with a look on his face like he wanted to hit me but a knock at the front door stopped him. It was his brother and I quickly exited his house while they were talking.

Shortly afterwards, I met the wonderful man who would become my husband but seeing my ex boyfriend’s car brought back painful memories. My husband understood and held me close, urging me to move away from the window.

A little while later, we went to leave our home to go out for an early Sunday dinner. We saw my ex boyfriend leaving our neighbor’s house. He was carrying a beer and stumbled as he walked towards his car. My husband looked at me, then got out of our truck and walked across the street. He stood there talking to my ex boyfriend until his neighbor came out. My husband then mentioned that he was worried because we had seen him stumble. The neighbor then took his keys away and convinced him to go back in and sleep it off on the couch.

I squeezed my husband’s hand as we drove to the restaurant, grateful that I had the greatest guy in the world by my side, a man who even stepped up and got involved even when it concerned an ex boyfriend just so he would not hurt himself or someone else. The car was still there when we returned home but gone the next morning when we got up to get ready for work.

I am grateful I ended the relationship but still worried to this day that my ex boyfriend will eventually kill himself or someone else. He did not listen to me or get help like I begged him to back then and it looks like he still hasn’t to this day.