Love and drugs

For better or worst tell death due you part, or tell the drugs kill you. Love and drugs are a dangerous combination that will tear a family apart.

When we got married I knew that my wife like to smoke weed. It was never a problem for me because I smoked too. We smoked together all the time.

We had a good life, we were happy so I thought. We both had very demanding jobs and the weed kept us balanced. I never thought of weed as a gateway drug.

We both had been into weed since high school. We are no longer teenagers, and I guess it didn’t have much of an affect on her anymore.

One day my wife was in a minor car accident. She was taken to the hospital just to make sure everything was ok. They gave her a prescription for some pain killers. This was the beginning of my nightmare.

About a month after that she made a doctor’s appointment. I thought it was for a routine checkup, but it was to get more pills. She started to change, she seemed happier. Like nothing bothered her.

I remember thinking to myself that this might be a problem. I was right she became addicted to the pain killers. She acted like she was in pain all the time so that she could get more and more of these small little green pills.

After work one day I decided to sit down and talk to her about this problem before it really got out of hand. She was very defensive and told me that she needed them for the pain.

What pain I asked her. She told me that just because you cant see it doesn’t mean that it’s not there. She assured me that it was not a problem for her and that after all were gone she would stop.

Well I tried to think positive and hope that this would be over soon. Actually the doctor told her that he thought that she would be just fine without them.

My wife found another doctor that gave her what ever she wanted, because we had very good health insurance. She began faking all kinds of illnesses to justify her pill addiction.

I was really concerned. I love my wife, and never thought that she would be a drug addict. She began snorting the pills, taking them by mouth didn’t give her the high that it use to.

One day I came home from work early and there she was in the bathroom shooting up the pills . I grabbed all the pills and flushed them down the toilet. She fought me like a stranger, like I was a burglar,and she was trying to protect the house.

She only wanted to protect the pills. She went from smoking weed to shooting up anything that she could get her hands on. She aged about ten years in a very short time on the pills.

I decided if I wanted to keep my marriage that I had to act fast before she overdosed and died. She was killing herself with those pain killers from her drug dealer in a white coat.

I had my wife committed, which was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Love and drugs a violent combination. She is ok now, wont even take an aspirin for a headache.

When you love someone you will do whatever it takes to make sure they are ok. We are stronger because of it and she is now an advocate for prescription drug abuse.

This is my story of love and drugs