this is something i never had the courage to admit here before: i have an addict in our house.
not a diet Coke addict (that would be me). not a coffee addict (Husband). not even a pain killer addict (that would be me, or at least what my mom was convinced i was during all my back problems.).
come on in. it's time we save him from himself.
the worst part...i'm his dealer.
surveillance photos prove it.
here we are, negotiating the deal. you can clearly see the desire for the goods. and it's quality stuff, man.
the throes of the high.
addiction is not pretty.
and i need help, too, because i continue to enable him.
pray. pray that we both find the help we so desperately need.