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Age: 25
Gender: Female
Location: Roswell, NM

I lost my husband to Meth

A year a half ago, I had left my husband of ten years. We have two beautiful boys together. We were both teenage parents and struggled with problems every young couple have, but we overcame many obstacle and had a successful business and owned two homes at a young age of 24 and 25. I had gone back to school and received a college degree and I had a respectful job working with the community. My husband was always a great dad; he took the boys to school every day, took our oldest to football practice and never missed a game. We would go 4 wheeling and play every weekend as a family. My husband battled an alcohol problem after his father passed away.

When I moved out, I thought this would be a trial separation and everything would go back to the way it used it be. I was wrong. My husband turned to his ³friends² and he entered the secret world of Meth, where everyone who uses knows everyone. He moved in several Meth addicts and I didn't know how bad it was until one day the boys begged to see their daddy. I could not reach him by phone, so I drove over; not thinking this was a problem. When I pulled up there was several vehicles in the driveway. I got down and saw a young man sleeping in a car. There were 4 or 5 people passed out inside our once ³home sweet home.² I yelled at the boys to get in the car and pushed my husband out of my way when a small bag of Meth fell out of his pocket. At this moment, I realized the marriage was completely over and this was no longer the man I married.

Presently, I have our boys in counseling and I pray that they are more resilient than me. As for him, he has only seen our boys once in three month and he no longer calls them to see how they are. And for our empire we built, he sold the business along with many tens of thousand dollars worth of assets to support his habit. Physically his body has changed. He lost 50 lbs and his teeth have turned black. His voice has changed into a deep rasp and has sores on his face. He still is not working and has outstanding warrants for his arrest.

You may think that I am writing this because I am angry. Well I am ANGRY! I am angry that I lost my best friend. I am angry he has destroyed everything we had together. I am angry that every day that he is not picked up he becomes someone unrecognizable by me and his children. I am angry that this drug uprooted my family and has taken control of a man that had everything and now has nothing. But what tears me up the most is when I have to tell our children that their dad is sick and I don't know when he will get better.

I know I am another family that is got sucked into this growing epidemic but I refuse to let it take my children and myself down with it.

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