Hi, my husband is a cocaine addict, I’ve been married for 10 years been together for 16 years. My husband is my best friend, a very loyal, honest and loving man before addiction took hold.
My husband was practically teetotal before trying cocaine once when he was 30, given to him by a good friend on a day to watch the football. He soon became hooked but this was kept a secret from me for 4 years. He would use when me and my children were asleep in bed. All unknown to us. His behaviour changed massively over this time, paranoia, moodiness and generally being off with us and everyone else, these were the signs, but I failed to see the cause. I often thought he was having a midlife crisis or experiencing some kind of depression.
Then the night I found out it was cocaine was the night I was pregnant with our 5th child, he went out to buy dinner and came home intoxicated. He lied and denied everything. I made him leave. During his period away his behaviour become worse, he hated me, he blamed me for everything, he lost his job - that was apparently my fault, that he failed a drug test. He started trying to move on, messaging other women on Facebook telling them we had been separated ages ago and how I was abusive and how he didn’t love me. (This man adored me, everyone said the same, he’d ring me roughly 4 times everyday just to talk to me and see how me and the children were, during the whole of our relationship). He stole two cars belonging to relatives and drove intoxicated to pick up drugs. He was arrested for the one and charged. He bought cocaine on the way to the cinema when he was with our children and used throughout the film, making regular trips to the bathroom. I could go on and on, despite most of these occurrences he still didn’t think he was an addict, he thought it was probably a bit of an issue but definitely not an addict, I could see the horror on his face when it was ever suggested. To him heroin addicts or crack users were addicts not him. This caused me great upset as if he wasn’t an addict that meant these were all choices.
He went further away and being so far away from me and the kids made him realise what he was missing, he got a job and trained hard at the gym, but never attended meetings. He came back and was clean for 6 months just in time for our baby to be born. He was fab with her and went back to being the fab dad to our other children that he was pre drugs. I was so happy that I felt I had the old him back.
Two weeks before Christmas he relapsed, he was given some on community services, as apparently that’s a thing, it’s a jolly boys outing for drugs. I was devastated, he didn’t come home and confess the lies started straight away and this time he couldn’t convince me, I knew he was using. He spent the next few weeks using and sleeping rough in our garage as I wouldn’t let him in our house because I don’t want drugs around my children especially now I’ve got the baby.
The bit that hurt me the most was during one of these reckless nights he didn’t come home for me to go on my work party I found him slumped in the pub alone with the barmaid, he’d apparently told her she was an attractive girl! Not in a pervy way, she said, just in a conversation, but he was also missing his wedding ring. When I asked him why, he denied everything, he said his ring was off before he went out and swore on our children’s lives. He’s not the sort of person to cheat at all, he then said if he did say she was attractive it was just because when you’re off your head you just chat rubbish, but I said “ how come there has been incidents with women, when during the last 5 years of his use there never was” he said maybe it’s because I’m always threatening divorce, he feels like a scum bag at the best of times and that I’ve said horrible things to him in the past that has made him feel insecure. He still swore he would never cheat though and that he loves me more than anything. I think now he’s doing this because he knows with me now he can’t hide the drugs, I will eventually leave him and he’s putting feelers out for moving on. However he says you don’t think like that when you’re on drugs, there’s no logic behind it or thinking of moving on.
It’s all still so confusing for me. I just wish he’d go back to the man he was before. It’s so horrible to see someone you love go on self destruct and there’s nothing you can do for them.