I met my ex-husband right after college. He was handsome, confident and bright. Will went to college on a tennis scholarship and owned his own business. We were both raised devout Southern Baptist and had big dreams of a beautiful life together. Fifteen years of happiness, success and two beautiful daughters later, everything changed.
I am a fourth grade teacher and my (then) husband earned a six-figure income working for a local auto manufacturing plant. I logged into our checking account on the morning of pay day in February 2016 to discover that we had $8.64 in our account. Our savings account had long since been drained and our overdraft protection was maxed out. That afternoon, I learned of his addiction to opioids via text message while my twenty-seven students were in the classroom.
Life has been a roller coaster. In the end, he chose pills over our marriage and children. He has lost everything. We don’t see or hear from him much anymore. He is living in an RV in a neighboring state.
I never felt more alone in my life than I did during this time. I knew other people “like me” were dealing with this problem, but they had opted to suffer in silence. Likely, they shared my disbelief that drugs had destroyed everything.
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