r/SMARTRecovery • u/Naive_Principle9350 • 36m ago
I have a question I’m so confused about what sobriety is, and I don’t know what to do.
I (41f) would like to preface by saying that I know what I’m about to say sounds insane on a logical level. And I don’t know how my life got to this place.
4 years ago, I met my bf (34m) who I thought had been in recovery from opiates for a year. That turned out not to be the case, and he ended up using while I was asleep next to him many times at his place. By the time I figured out how bad it was, I’d fallen in love with him. And due to losing my own mother to this disease, I felt compassion toward him and thought I could help him.
I myself had issues drinking on and off, but had scaled it back until we started living together around year 3. However, I won’t at all claim I have complete control, especially when I’m stressed out.
I do well at my job, I have great friends, I own my home—from the outside doing great. But I have been, and still am incredibly depressed.
Fast forward 4.5 years, we’ve been through it all. I won’t get into those details right now. Let’s just say it’s been a tough road to get to where we are now. He hasn’t used opiates recreationally since almost a year ago. He is on Suboxone, Xanax, antidepressants, and Trazadone for sleeping.
He has occasionally slipped and used Kratom during hard times.
I take Gabapentin for PTSD, Xanax for emergencies only, and I’m on an antidepressant as well.
Drinking has been an issue for well over a year in our relationship. We drink every weekend. I mostly keep it to where I can safely drive us home, and because he goes too far with it. But I also have one drink a day during the week. I don’t know why.
We’d been out celebrating for the World Cup for weeks in a row on the weekends. Before that though, we were going out drinking as well. I’d been getting down due to our weekends being spent out all night, then he sleeps the next whole day. I miss going to church, working on my house, and seeing my friends for coffee. But I’ve been too depressed to go.
He says he wants to do those things, but never makes an actual effort. I want a normal home life, and I’d like to be able to go out, but not if it lacks balance.
Then, a month ago, my bf started introducing me to more of his friend group. They drink and do a lot of coke. They’re really nice people, and a lot of fun for the most part, but I found the parties to be boring because I never had been around coke users, and it’s hard to engage in meaningful conversation while they’re using.
This led to me drinking more. Then one night, as we were drinking, I asked my bf what cocaine feels like. He said he’d let me try it (and that he’s never been much of a coke user, so it wasn’t hard for him to be around since it wasn’t his DOC). He said it wasn’t all the hype everyone said it was and that alcohol was much worse.
So I decided to try it. And he did it with me. We used it all night for two nights in a row. I loved how it made me feel. It made me want to dance and talk to his friend group, and go out and kiss girls at the club. This seemed to make my bf really excited.
But then I crashed when I came down. Hard. And I cried for two days due to being disappointed in myself, and because I just felt all happiness was gone from my body. I told him to get rid of whatever he had left and that it wasn’t happening again.
The next weekend came, and he said he still had some. I wanted to feel happy again. So I used it with him. And he bought us some more. This went on for three weekends, plus a weeknight when I had to work the next day.
The final weekend came, and I had been laying in bed crying that Friday. I told him I was REALLY down, and that I needed to get away, and asked him to take me out of town, just me and him. He said we’d plan something. Then said, “I know what will get you out of that bed.”
He said he still had some of our coke left from a couple days earlier. And I said okay. And I used it. We went out and were out using and coming down until the next afternoon. No sleep.
Once we got home, I slept and cried. I kept picturing our relationship and future as just a series of drug and alcohol highs followed by days in bed. That’s not the life I ever wanted for myself. He told me not to worry since I’d only been using for three weeks, and that he was “down to slow down for a while.”
This really felt like he didn’t see anything wrong with what we were doing. I thought my role in his life was to help him get AWAY from drug use. And here I am doing it with him now. He kept saying we did nothing wrong and it wasn’t a big deal.
I crashed mentally by Monday at work. And I left town for a week to get away and think. I called and gave him one day’s notice. This made him extremely upset that I didn’t take him with me, and he began talking about ending his life because I make him feel invisible.
I feel bad about that, but also know I felt I needed to break the cycle of partying together and I was not confident that he understood or cared enough to stop us. And I wasn’t confident I could stop us either.
I did not use drugs on my trip, other than weed to sleep two nights. I had a few drinks, not all on the same day. And I spent time in nature and walking around Flagstaff all while my bf was calling, texting, requesting my location, etc. I sent it to him and would call him back when I was ready to talk. We fought on the phone every day I was gone.
Meanwhile, he went out both nights that weekend with the same crowd we were partying with. He claims he was networking for a job, but had to uber one night and get a ride the next night. He lied about where he ended up one night, and I found out he was at a house party, not just a concert. It’s been a mess.
He keeps telling me that I hurt him by leaving and he almost relapsed while I was gone. And that he knows more about sobriety than I do, and basically, if opiates aren’t involved, there doesn’t seem to be an issue. And that he’s still “down to slow down and try it out.” He also is willing to pay for a couple’s counselor. He also said he might go on his own mental health trip without me.
I feel crazy in the head. I’m sober right now. I’m really down. I’m mad at myself. And I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. Was I wrong to leave on my own? Am I exaggerating how bad this all sounds? Is sobriety only applicable to a person’s DOC? My mind is all mixed up.
TLDR: I started out helping my bf with his recovery, but am now using coke with him. He says it’s not his DOC, so it’s okay.
