Speak Up

I met the love of my life when I was 15. He was all I ever needed, a protector, a friend and my biggest cheerleader. I started noticing changes, like all of our stuff would end up getting sold and he was having more and more angry outburst which eventually turned into violence against me. Most of the time I had not seen him all day and the first thing he would do was to push me or scream at me. I began to feel like I had to fight for my own survival. I realized a couple of years into it that he was doing meth. It completely changed him. He stole all the time and constantly lied to me. Even though I have never done meth I have lost so much of myself through the years of abuse and anger at his hands. The saddest thing is that I know I could never make him feel as happy as Meth. I can't say that I ever meant enough for him to change but he did finally get clean when we had our second daughter and has been clean for 7 years. He was lucky to get clean but it meant giving up friends and family members who are still stuck in the abyss.