Hi! New here, I hope this is the right/safe ooace

Hi! New here, I hope this is the right/safe ooace for this. I’m a recovering Meth addict, and up until about 8 months ago, I didnt recognize that i even had a problem..it wasnt until I couldnt wake up without wanting to “roll the bowl”, and then my behavior changed and i went from someone who couldnt stay gone from my husband, to someone who was eager to go to my new friend (who was staying with me) mom’s house, and that was an every other weekend ordeal, and that changed into me staying gone from him and not even realizing it was my birthday, (i am never gone away from my husband much less my house on my birthday) but this time i went to her mom’s and we went shopping, on that trip i go “this weekend is my birthday weekend” and it didnt phase me, neither her or her mom said anything, it wasnt until that night around 11:50pm my husband texts me and is like “wyd” and im like “finishing eating” and he goes “oh ok” and then midnight comes around, and it still doesnt hit me that it’s my birthday- 12:00am hit, and my friend turns to me and says “happy birthday old man” and then my husband texts me “happy birthday baby, your gift came today- ill bring it tomorrow” tomorrow comes around- and he comes to get me, mind you im stil very high, havent slept in like 3 days at this point, and he gives me the gift. Its a beautiful topaz ring (ive never had a birthstone ring before) and i dont remember what i said but he said i just took it and looked at it and goes oh thanks and just dont seem interested in it. And looking back that saddens me. Anyway, shirtly after this I watched my husband stop the meth use, but i still couldnt. My roommate was getting free meth from her mom, and it was always in my house- the shund of a torch striking at the time made me itch but now its nothing. But all this to say, my friend and i had a fallen out afterwards, bc she began having psychosis and believing we were out to get her, and that people were hacking her phone, and that my husband was trying to spy on her- (we had to walk thru their room to go to the bathroom and kitchen) but they got into it and she left. Thats when i went thru withdrawals and got clean.

Months go by, that friend still isnt talking to me, and her mom and her get into a fight and her mom gies to jail for domestic violence, and then she gets out and “accidentally” kills her husband- he just so is found on the sixe of the road, bleeding out. He died at the scene before ambulance got there- he was on blood thinner aswell as meth & xanax- it just a sad story.. im glad i got out, but can you imagine if this was your life? Like if this was what you had to experience on a daily basis? And its everything youve known, literally that friend started popping pills at age 8, and she used to skip school bc her mom was strung out on meth and crack and she was fearful she’d go to school and her mom would die- and then at age 18 she had a bad wreck- half her body was flung out the car as it flipped- and while she was in the hospital told her dad she was addicted to pills& he didnt let her take her prescribed meds, and so when she got out she was in alot of pain, and she went to what she thiught was percocet but tjrned out to be crushed fent pills, and that was her life ever since 18, and she is about to be 21.
But now shes a week clean, i remember her going thru withdrawls and not being able to get last day 2, and shes a week! I cant see her and havent talked to her since she moved out. I have wrote a note to her, and her dad reached out to me and told me she was in rehab. I just hope she keeps it up, and kicks it!
However, im worried about when she gets out… :confused:

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Sounds like you’ve been through a lot. First, I’m glad you’re here and sharing. Keeping it locked up inside is never a good thing.
You mention you’re worried about when she gets out. Is there a way you can keep the communication to a minimum until she’s had some good recovery time? Either way your sobriety is the most important and we’re here to support you along the way.