My husband picked up his 6 months clean tag

Today, while I was at work, my husband went to his home group meeting and picked up his 6 months clean tag. Our daughter turns 8 months old in 4 days. He had her with him at the meeting and right after he got his tag, she spit up and he had to leave. The past 6 months haven’t been easy, however, we have a better appreciation for each other than ever before, we communicate better than we have in a long time and he is a much better husband and father than he has been in a long time.

I’m not over the effects of his addiction yet. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think about the betrayal and lies. oh the lies. He got laid off 3 weeks ago and didn’t falter. He was employed again 2 days later.

6 months ago, I thought our road would fork. Today, I have hope that nothing can destroy us now. We have gone through so much and stayed together. The pain, the bills, the withdrawal, the deception.

He is my love. He is all I never knew that I wanted. He has worked so hard to make up to me the wrongs he did and I let him.

I didn’t think today would come.

What a mess we sound like on paper. How strong we are together.

I’m not sure if anyone out there is going through what we are, or will in the future, or has in the past. But I wouldn’t trade the world for what we have now, what we know about each other now and how unconquerable we feel now. If we can pull through this…boy howdy.

For those that have never had to experience this, you are very fortunate. I hope that you don’t, but if you do, I hope you make it to 6 months clean, together.

Peace to all, thanks to all. Look at the one you love and make sure they know how completely you love them. Had my husband had a bit more faith in me, he may not have suffered as much as he did, his nightmare might have never even really began. If you are suffering in silence, afraid to tell your partner, take a risk, you might lose it all, but you might be surprised at what you gain. Shine a light in the dark corners of your heart. Give your partner the chance to be strong where you may be weak, gentle where you are harsh. You might just be surprised at what you find.

My husband found his home, his daughter, his wife, his family, his friends and most importantly himself. Horrid things hide in the darkness.

What was he addicted to?

Methadone. No, he never did heroin. A buddy gave it to him to try. He, like a dumbass, didn’t know what it was, and took it anyway. He figures by his 4th hit of it, he was hooked. Scary stuff. The withdrawal was no picnic, but wasn’t a TV/Movie type withdrawal, but it lasted almost 2 months. It was a hell of a $40k lesson.

He’s insanely lucky he had you to support him. Try coming off a killer drug addiction when nobody gives a shit.

Congrats to your husband, tell him I said so. Also tell him (from me) to keep going to meetings, there is a wall at about nine months that many people hit. That is usually when they stop going to meetings.

From my experience (booze not methadone) the first six months is a bitch. It gets easier after that.

Congrats to you as well keeping the marriage together. It must have been hard.

Slee

2 years and 2 months.

Congratulations to your husband, and to you for sticking by him. One day at a time… just one day at a time.