Living with a crack addict: waiting for the conclusion
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The state of me.
Two weeks of separation have been good for me.
Progressively the idea of seeing the boyfriend again has shifted from dread to anticipation.
Not that I'm letting the anticipation confuse me.
Crack and the other drugs must be gone. They must never return. If they return, I depart.
Compromise however humane sounding would only destroy me.
My self-willed slumber has ended. When you find yourself living with a crack addict you have two choices: get him well or flee. While you don't want to cheat him of the possibility of recovery getting a crack addict well isn't an easy task. And if your own face has been too long drawn across a ditch only a fool would fail to get it clean again.
I can offer him the acceptance, be the haven, a comforter as I have always been. But my days as an inadvertent patsy have ended.
I'd say wish me well but I'm sure you do.
Work will probably keep me distracted until he's back and in a treatment program. Additions may be slow in coming.
With luck the reports will be happy ones. Without luck I'll be writing from my new address.