by tryingtounderstand » Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:55 pm
I don't know if anyone reads this stuff. But at least its somewhere to vent. Am I the only person in the world that wants to feel life sober? I know its hard, but its great to, why try to escape it? Together with my kids and his we have 4 and we just had a baby. We've only been together for a year. When we met I told him how I felt about weed. It's disgusting to me. Not just the smell and taste, the whole idea. He said he hadn't done it for 10th months and he didn't really care about it. I believed him. He said he didn't see anything wrong with it but didn't do it bc he has kids. One night he went and got some, about a month into seeing each other. He rolled it in front of me. I wanted to cry. It was hard to hold the tears back and he could see how it troubled me. That night he told me I was more important to him than smoking and he wanted me. I believed him again. A year passed and I kept getting small intuitions that he was smoking. He'd have mood swings, eat a lot of junk I mean entire boxes of cookies at a sitting, his eyes were glazed at times, and he was withdrawn from me. I guess because he was hiding it. I found out he was growing it outside. I'm pretty ignorant to all this so it made me blind. Long story short, he had sent a pic of his plant to his friend, I saw it. He told me the truth. He'd been doing it. I was so crushed. I mean just devastated and disappointed. I had thought that I was with someone who really loved me and wasn't some juvenile junkie. He said if he had told me I never would have given him a chance. That may be true. It still destroyed me. I have never been able to really trust anyone like I did trust him. And now I have doubts in him. Well he promised to stop. He supposedly dug it up and got rid of it all. Then a month later I find out he's manicuring some for a neighbor. I was so upset bc I didnt know if I could believe him. One night I got drunk, which is unlike me. I have no one to talk to about all this and I feel so awful inside. I feel like I lost the man I fell in love with and it was all an illusion. I made this life with him, and who the hell is he? Well I got so drunk. I waited for him to come home. I made him roll one and I sat there and did it with him. I don't know why. I think bc I wanted it to make sense to me so I could think of him as I did before. Also bc I feel selfish in a way for wanting to take away something he loves. After that night I told him when we didn't have our kids he could pick two nights a week to do it and I will drink. I am doing this for him. But I hate it. I'm ashamed of myself for doing it. I feel like I am not enough for him. He says it is to take away his nausea and for stressful situations. It makes me so sad and sick, i don't want to drink either. But I know I will be full of anger if he does it, and it doesn't bother me if I drink. I feel like a hypocrite. I just wish he would change his mind, say its a waste of time, he loves me and knows it is stupid. I wish he would want to quit forever. I don't know what to do. I tried really hard to understand it. I just want him to grow up and be a better man. Every time I look at him I see his acceptance of smoking pot. He works and is a good father. I should be happy with that. This is killing me inside. I just feel like giving up. I know I sound pathetic, I need somewhere to get these feelings out before I cave in.