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Another Dysfunctional Family

By: Debbie Smith (View Profile)

We were good friends for over six years. So much in common, a lot of fun to be with, understood my fears, and what I wanted for my future. Both of us came from a divorced family. I had this dream if I ever married it would be forever. He understood this, respected it, as well as wanting this for himself. And the one thing he wanted more than anything, was to be a good husband, a good provider as well a having children. I had never met a man who wanted to be a father more than him. I found this wonderful of him, since I had friends who had children and no father around to love and cherish them. As time went on we grew closer and closer. We were there for each other when our relationships with others ended. We consoled each other, shared each others heartache and hugged to let the other know we still had each other. Six and a half years into this friendship we became lovers. To me it happened out of the blue, for him (he says) a dream come true since the day he met me. His dream was to marry me and have a family. We married. And here we are twenty years later with four wonderful beautiful teenagers. 

After our first baby came into the would, he a proud father, showing off his child, me being a mother now, and having to take care of her, he starts to become jealous of this and somewhere before her first birthday, he found a new love. 

Crack cocaine. This has been his lover and friend ever since. His personality has changed so much over the years. He has been in rehab four times for recovery. He does well for awhile then “has a slip” as he calls it. He says, we make him insane and off he goes to his love. And me and the children, always forgiving because love is stronger than any drug dare to be. He has lost countless jobs, and when he does come out of his hell, he puts forth the effort to try to repair the damage, he will get a job, pay bills that are well overdue, and the ones that are off to collections, “oh well, so be it.” And if there is any extra money at all, he goes and buys things he wants for himself. He has been arrested a number of times, but always seems to get free of this.

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posted: 12.02.2007
Rachel Rose
You need alanon. have you ever gone to an alanon meeting? You can meet other people in the same situation and they will help you get your life back,whether your husband is using or not.
posted: 11.29.2007
CathyHappyAtlast Matteson
Debbie, I understand all to well how hard it is to feel good about yourself when you are going through mental abuse. What I had to do is I gave my mom money when ever I could. When there got to be enough I packed up my stuff, and left, got a restraining order, and found a safe haven. I went to another town. Finally he was arrested and went to prision where he died. It took me along time and three marriages before I got mentally well. I did it with the help of my church, my lord, my scripuures and many books on co-dependency. It is a tuff road to hall. You can do it. There are agency out there who can help. There are sights on the internet that you can find that will help you and your children escape. Find some one that you can trust. Start making plans for your departure. Have someone hide clothes, food, and money where he can't find it. Find a bank in a neighboring city or state and put the account in another name, like your maiden name. Have faith god is with you.
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