Me telling my husband’s parents about his drug use was one of several things that happened before he quit using. He wasn’t happy about this, but so what. Secrets only enabled him. The whole thing for all the years before was his secret, from me, them, and anybody that really mattered. His parents didn’t get involved so much, it was just him knowing that they knew about it that caught his attention in his coked up head. I don’t believe that we really negotiated anything. And, I’m not convinced that negotiations with a coke user is even possible. It doesn’t really matter what you say or do. I told his parents for really only one reason, I was convinced that he was going to kill himself and I figured that they needed to know that before he did it. It was one of the decisions that I made on my own. To this day – I do not regret it. Trust your decisions, whatever they are. You need yourself to get though this kind of trauma. You will know what you need to do, when you need to do it, the answers just come to you. Most often when least expect it, like when you’re folding the laundry, cleaning the closet, working in the garden. You just know. And, if you should be wrong with one of your decisions, so what! You did the best that you could have in an impossible and drastic situation.
