Good morning Peres!
I haven’t been on here in awhile but I’m personally in a desperate situation and I know there are a number of believers here so.
I’ve asked a few other places online as well as everyone I know that is a believer in person and I want to ask here as well.
Straight up my finacé is addicted to meth. I’ve known for a while now but she just admitted it to me a few weeks back. I’ve been angry and bitter and sad and every other emotion imaginable. She is a believer and I have seen her weep and pray and beg God to help her.
I was thinking of cutting her out of my life completely but after serious prayer time I do not think the Lord wants me to do that.
This addiction is destroying her life, causing immeasurable pain for her daughter and selfishly crushing my heart as well.
I’d ask for prayer for her, prayer for the people she gets her drugs from, prayer for her daughter who she hasn’t seen in weeks on end now and prayer for myself that my anger doesn’t overtake me and I remain faithful to trust God in this very difficult time instead of taking matters into my own hands.
Thank you for reading. Believer or not. Thank you.
Stay strong Pede’s! May the Lord guide and keep each of us.
Are you me? You are right, unless you have lived it, one has not a clue. Mine had the prettiest face and the sex was awesome. Daddy issues? Check. Depression? Check. Insecure? Check. Low self-esteem? Check. But I thought it was manageable and worth it because she really was cool and a lot of fun.
Their mental illness will insidiously take you over as you try to be there for them. They will slowly drag you down with them until you reach a point where you are questioning your own reality and sanity. You will be gas lighted constantly, chipping away slowly at your own identity. She will confide in friends and strangers and everyone will be on their side because they are only hearing her disassociated perception of reality. I had no clue that any of this was transpiring until everything blew up. I was the only person in her life that was there for her 100% of the time. Yet unbeknownst to me, she was viewing me as enemy number one.
The irony is is that her family, if they knew, should have been thanking me. Instead, they vilified me as if I was the worst man in the world. Boy, I could fill a book of everything supportive and encouraging I did that was perverted and twisted into a nightmarish saga.
I thank God every day that I didn’t marry or impregnate her.
Stay strong! ✊ I had to cut off my ties to her. You can too!