I’m well aware of what she did. I didn’t just wake up to this situation yesterday. I’ll be honest - I’m concerned about the baby now but it just doesn’t feel the same to me right now as an actual living breathing fully formed person living outside of her body. I’m pissed off about what she’s been doing while pregnant and know the negative short and long term effects it could have but the level of rage I feel when I imagine the baby or child ingesting something possibly lethal after birth is on another level. I feel very disconnected about the thing growing inside her right now. It doesn’t mean I don’t care. I feel somewhat powerless right now because it’s not growing inside of me. I think more about what will happen once he or she is born. I spend most nights in bed lying awake and researching things like the effect of opioid use in a developing fetus, the possible behavioral and cognitive problems he or she might have, things i never thought I’d be dealing with. By the way, your previous comments are correct - I was irresponsible and this pregnancy shouldn’t have happened.
I think my comments about her appearance are being misinterpreted. I don’t mention it as a way to say her addiction is any less serious or that she’s any more responsible to care for a child than any other addict out there.
She’s a junkie and her life totally revolves around her drugs and she’s not different than a disgusting looking person living on the street in that respect. I say it more because I think many people, especially those who have not know someone in their life with this problem hear “heroin addict” and it’s like this one singular image of this messy toothless drug fiend comes to mind and they can’t fathom how I haven’t left her ages ago. In their mind the person is dirty disgusting heroin addict and that is all they are. In reality my wife, like many addicts, doesn’t look like that and to those who love them they are not reduced to ONLY an addict - it’s way more complex than that. Maybe everyone on this site already know that but I’m used to people not being able to realize that.
I’m not saying that she is special or different than any other addict. Of course she’s special to me but I don’t think she has some sort of super power that makes her any less susceptible to the effects of this drug and lifestyle. I’ve seen the disgusting side of it. When she’s in full blown addict mode and actively using she’s filthy, makes a mess of our home, lies, and hurts people. I’ve witnessed her shoot up, seen the track marks, stayed awake all night to make sure she was still breathing at times, watched her nearly die from an overdose (she’s had 2, but only one since I’ve known her), not to mention the time she was in the hospital for days because the drugs caused such bad constipation that she hadn’t pooped in weeks. Everyone at the company I work for knows my wife is a junkie. When living with her I barely leave the home except to go to work because I’m so worried about her either killing herself or doing something disastrous like burning the house down. I live with constant anxiety and feel the need to constantly check in with her when I’m away. Staying away from home has been so difficult but I’ve managed to stay away for a month. I’m usually sick with worry and still feel the need to be in constant communication with her. She’s not to blame for the last several things I mentioned. Those things are my choice because I’ve chosen to stay with her up to this point. I’ve done that to myself. It took me a while to realize that.
I notice a difference in her appearance, but someone who didn’t know what she was like before would probably never guess her issues unless they saw her nodding off. I was only trying to explain that she’s doesn’t look like this monstrous crazy drug fiend on the surface. It DOES make it more difficult for me as far as trying to detach from her, despite all of the ugliness I’ve seen. It’s not as if she relapsed and suddenly became a different person. I sometimes wish that had happened, as if she could just suddenly totally transform into a literal monster so I wouldn’t be able to see any traces of the person I married. I still see parts of that person when I look at her and in her personality at times. I feel like she’s still in there somewhere. Being in a relationship with an addict just does crazy things to your mind. I fear what will happen to her if I leave and she’s left to her own devices. There are a number of terrible things that could and would likely happen. I get that I’m supposed to let her fall and to not enable her in any way but it’s so much harder than I ever thought it would be.