Yeah. My ex bf chose to sit in an abandoned building, smoking on a crack pipe when he had pneumonia...and he died there. I went from being an RN to jumping into cars with strange men to pay for my habit...got beaten up, choked, you name it and went straight back to crack.
Trust me, the high was good....until it wasn't. I had a little clean time and had made steps at getting my life back. I couldn't afford the amount of crack it would have taken to keep me high 24/7 and drown out the shame, remorse, guilt, etc.
I understand the anger, but it's not going to change anything.
Hugs and prayers,
Amy