He rang at 5:20 and now it is 6:55 and he is still not home... Interesting to read your post and to reflect back on the day to day hell of living with an addict and to see the neurotic, crazy, party pooper, detective I became! At that point I would have been phoning and phoning to see where he was and then sometimes he wouldnt come home at all. The thought of coming home to an angry wife when you are all high and having fun probably isnt that appealing for an addict. Those were the good old days... Not! I am so happy to be out of that dysfunction and that I have a new life for my little girl and I. Gives me hope to keep moving forward xx