I Married a Meth Addict

Methamphetemine is a Destructive Drug that Ruins Lives

These days you can't go through a single hour without hearing about drugs and how they've ruined families in one way or another. While the news is always disturbing, it takes on an entirely different feeling when it happens to you. I had grown up in a sheltered existence. No one in my family smoked, drank or did drugs. In fact, I didn't even know anyone who did drugs, so I had no idea how to recognize someone when they were high.

Of course it was good growing up without drugs around, it left me totally unaware and inexperienced with the drug culture. That's the reason, I suppose, that I had no idea I married a drug addict. Of all the drugs, he was addicted to methamphetamine. I'd married him within only three months of meeting him, so it's partially my fault for not finding out more about him first. I didn't know what signs to look for or what to expect, but after a few months, his personality changed. He started acting differently. It started slowly and then got out of hand.

At first, I took his word that he was working late or had to suddenly run out to the store for something, but after a while, I became suspicious. He'd mentioned a few times that he used to snort cocaine, but he said he'd given it up years ago. I believed him. It never occurred to me that he would start doing drugs again. As things became more hectic in our lives, I was pregnant and had to stop working, he would be away from home more and more, leaving me to fend for myself. His excuses also sounded weak.