Thanks for this post. I waver [maybe I was in denial, maybe too detached, just fed up], but seeing the evidence, this poor man spent hours each day while I was at work getting loans[even on his old car], going to pawn shops, I think he even sold some of our CD's, along with writing numerous bad checks[some with my name on them], and using my credit card without permission. He managed all of these things, without my knowledge until a few weeks before his death. If as Satit said, he had spent one tenth of the energy getting well, he would have gotten the help. I don't understand the call of this drug, As much as they hate themselves, I think he liked the high.