Dating a recovered meth addict
When Alex admitted this to me, I cried in fear, certain that our lives would change for the worst.
I knew this betrayal of trust would be difficult for me to recover from, as I became vigilant at his capacity for dishonesty.
”And best of all, you get to toss around all those well-worn program slogans and catchphrases that only those in the secret club would know. And honestly, I didn’t get sober to have my addiction still be the epicenter of my life. The way I now channel the compulsivity of my addiction into exercise, or binge watching “The Knick,” or even just thinking, is downright creepy.
But I had already invested so much in this relationship, moving states and all. It was ironic because I remembered feeling so happy that I had met him when I was in a “good place” in my life, but all of that seemed so distant now.
He admitted that he’d been addicted the past two and half years and had been using every day up to five times.
I was blindsided, stunned, and overwhelmed with a twister of emotions. He was always hyper and created much more art in such a short time frame than I’d ever seen any other human do. I didn’t know he was on meth because I didn’t know what signs to look for, and I’d personally never tried meth myself.
Promise me.”The reality is, I hope I don’t, but I don’t know.
I acknowledge that anybody getting into a relationship with me (with my spotty sobriety) is taking a risk.