My wife of 21 years has been an addict for about 7 years now. I have
tried so hard to help her. She has tried detoxing in a hospital, AA
meetings, and a church program. Nothing has worked. She is an amazing
woman, beautiful, smart, and successful. I guarantee that nobody in our
community would believe that she is popping pills every single day. I
don't know how to help her and things are getting worse for me.
About a year ago, she gave me her pills and asked me to give her a
certain amount every day and then she would slowly reduce the amount
each week. It has worked, and she has gone down quite a bit. Lately,
though, it has become a living hell. If she doesn't feel like taking the
scheduled amount, I try to encourage her, and she reacts with total
anger at me. She keeps getting more and more upset.
This afternoon was the worst ever. I was making chicken in the
kitchen for our 5 kids and she came in and asked me to give her some
extra pills. I said no, I can't, because we will run out of pills before
your next prescription can be filled. She started screaming at me. She
called me names. She called me fat and disgusting. She told me that she
hates me and thinks I am a joke. She told me that she didn't love me and
hasn't loved me for as long as she could remember and that her
addiction was caused by her need to escape the reality of being married
to me. Then it got physical. She threw her phone at me and then punched
me and hit me as hard as she could. I tried to leave the room, but she
got between me and the door and would slap me or hit me if I tried to go
around her to get out. I told her I was going to call the police if she
didn't let me leave, but she grabbed my phone and threw it against the
wall.
I finally got out of the room and left for a few minutes, hoping she
would calm down. When I went back in the room, she had a handful of
over the counter pills and threatened suicide. I finally convinced her
to give me the pills in exchange for a small amount of the pills she was
addicted to, which I keep hidden from her.
I left the house after giving her the pills and went outside to work
in the yard, even though it was almost 100 degrees outside. Now I am
sitting at my computer typing this and she is doing housework as if
nothing happened. I am so tired. I am so tired of being tired. I have
been trying to hold our family together and help her with this
addiction. I love her with everything in me, but I feel like I am ready
to explode, Everything inside me feels like a tightly wound rubber band,
ready to break. I am praying, working, trying, researching, and
anything else I can think of to help, but I am hurting inside in a way
that I can't explain with words.
I am nearing the end of my ability to cope. I need someone out there
to help me, offer me some strength, some kind of hope. Please. Does
anyone else out there feel the same as I do? What can I do?
tried so hard to help her. She has tried detoxing in a hospital, AA
meetings, and a church program. Nothing has worked. She is an amazing
woman, beautiful, smart, and successful. I guarantee that nobody in our
community would believe that she is popping pills every single day. I
don't know how to help her and things are getting worse for me.
About a year ago, she gave me her pills and asked me to give her a
certain amount every day and then she would slowly reduce the amount
each week. It has worked, and she has gone down quite a bit. Lately,
though, it has become a living hell. If she doesn't feel like taking the
scheduled amount, I try to encourage her, and she reacts with total
anger at me. She keeps getting more and more upset.
This afternoon was the worst ever. I was making chicken in the
kitchen for our 5 kids and she came in and asked me to give her some
extra pills. I said no, I can't, because we will run out of pills before
your next prescription can be filled. She started screaming at me. She
called me names. She called me fat and disgusting. She told me that she
hates me and thinks I am a joke. She told me that she didn't love me and
hasn't loved me for as long as she could remember and that her
addiction was caused by her need to escape the reality of being married
to me. Then it got physical. She threw her phone at me and then punched
me and hit me as hard as she could. I tried to leave the room, but she
got between me and the door and would slap me or hit me if I tried to go
around her to get out. I told her I was going to call the police if she
didn't let me leave, but she grabbed my phone and threw it against the
wall.
I finally got out of the room and left for a few minutes, hoping she
would calm down. When I went back in the room, she had a handful of
over the counter pills and threatened suicide. I finally convinced her
to give me the pills in exchange for a small amount of the pills she was
addicted to, which I keep hidden from her.
I left the house after giving her the pills and went outside to work
in the yard, even though it was almost 100 degrees outside. Now I am
sitting at my computer typing this and she is doing housework as if
nothing happened. I am so tired. I am so tired of being tired. I have
been trying to hold our family together and help her with this
addiction. I love her with everything in me, but I feel like I am ready
to explode, Everything inside me feels like a tightly wound rubber band,
ready to break. I am praying, working, trying, researching, and
anything else I can think of to help, but I am hurting inside in a way
that I can't explain with words.
I am nearing the end of my ability to cope. I need someone out there
to help me, offer me some strength, some kind of hope. Please. Does
anyone else out there feel the same as I do? What can I do?
