I wish my husband was the man I married. He could say no to the drink and cocaine at not bother with it. He never craved going out and I was never worried or anxious when he did. I always knew he’d be back and would look after the others that were using and drinking making sure they got home.
Now over the last six to seven months I’m always anxious. When he goes out, when he stays in, when I go to work, when I leave the house and go to the shop.
I can’t support my husband because he genuinely feels he hasn’t got a problem. If he did I would be there to support him through thick and thin. His cousin is on the coke all day and everyday. He talks about him saying he doesn’t know why he does it. But he does more than enough o be considered an addict himself.
We wanted a family but it’s probably best now that we couldn’t. I’m anxious now, but imagine if we had had children. It’s bad enough the way he treats me. I go from loving him to hating him for what he’s doing to us.