Though not intentional, comparing a coke addiction to a coffee addiction so grossly minimizes the absolute hell that my spouse and I experienced. I’m not even prepared to be able to give a comparison as I’m not sure that one even exists. The person that I knew and loved became someone that I didn’t even recognize. It all started with a wrong choice and a lie. The day he decided to use it and not tell me. Why? How could he? We were great before this day. He said that he was out of control. How so? He never smashed the car during those years, didn’t get arrested, managed to keep his job, and kept all the truths to himself. There is some self control going on there. He used, disappeared, lied, cheated, and stole. All takes choices, all takes steps to get there. To get to the person that I didn’t know and that I never would have chosen. It is traumatic and can’t be minimized.
