I am an addict. He is an addict. Current DOC, meth. This drug has torn our lives apart. We were in everyday fights for around 9 months, rocky for a year. Together 3. We’ve been absolutely horrible to each other. Saying things that never should be said to anyone. On Wednesday 8/10/22 he injected a needle with meth, another with coke and took, I don’t know how many Xanax. Someone found him in a car Thursday morning. He is in ICU now, intubated, restrained, swollen, septic and now on dialysis. He’s kept sedated because when he wakes up he’s not happy and starts thrashing around. I cannot stop blaming myself for this. The last thing he said to me was that I was going to hate myself and he was right. I hate myself even more because the thing that tore us apart so much, he wanted to die, I don’t know how to quit. I go see him every day, when he’s half awake, I can tell he doesn’t want me there, so he blames me too. I’m struggling with everything and really need someone to talk to.
