I just want it to stop. I miss him. Not the drugs. But all the good times. Which were like maybe once a month towards the end.
it's the intermittent chicken syndrome....we deal with all their crap and now and then they act NORMAL and treat us decently. we learn to live on those crumbs....as if the day they don't call us a worthless b*tch really has meaning.
just give it time. decide you are DONE, there is no going back. much like an addict that chooses recovery for real and says NO MORE.