Having come to the terms of the whirlwind of the journey I’d just been on, once I landed, drove home, and fell into bed, I slept for the first time in years without worry. One peaceful night.
Faced with the loss of his home, family, life, financial security, and supposed love for me, he had an option to get help… Yet his response to the idea of going to rehab was simple. He laughed.
Loving an addict leaves you in one of the loneliest places in the world. It means feeling judged for staying with the addict and yet sentenced for withdrawing support for the addict. It means knowing that no one else in the world has any idea what you are going through, but everyone in your life thinks they know what you should do.