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Apr 5

The unknown

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I have been in a 10 year relationship with someone I didn't know was an addict...I will fast forward to 2 weeks ago when he admitted to being an addict and getting help.. his been receiving outpatient treatment....lost his 15 year job but is getting treatment...but for me it's an every day struggle. I can not understand what it is to be an addict because I never been one but I am trying to understand my boyfriend but it's like a mental challenge when I feel I am being attacked by him 24/7...its mentally abusive when his telling me his the way he is because of me or that before he meet me he was ok...when I know he was not ok...I am trying to stay positive and be here for him but how can I do so when in his recovery process I am hurting myself...we have a disabled child and I feel I am losing my mind over everything happening around me and I want to be positive for my son and his dad but I feel lost and I hate not knowing what will be the outcome.

I cannot even begin to imagine what that must be like, struggling to care for a disabled child while now also having to take care of your partner in ways you didn't expect. God/the universe/whatever you may believe controls the timing and happenings of our lives, would never give us more than we can handle. This means you are equipped to handle this situation, even if it's going to be a tough road ahead. Keep your head up, help them both get the help they need, and be sure to help yourself in the process, too. They rely on you for strength, so you need to make sure you remain mentally and physically strong throughout this. <3

Thank you for your kind words..sometimes words from a stranger are better than from people you know.

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