He is my addict… in recovery.

He was born in the 60s, the 2nd in a family of 3. Looking at the pictures of him baby, toddler and then teenager I find it really hard to believe all the things he did from the age of… 12. He is the proper description of an ADDICT. I would say he is an addict through and through.
Those who knew him when he was still using as he sometime says, won’t believe he has stopped and those who like me can’t even imagine him holding someone’s cigarette won’t believe he ever did use.
He started drinking when he was still a kid. Yes at 12 we are still children whether we like it or not or whether society acknowledges it or doesn’t, either way drinking and getting drunk at that age is outrageous to me.
It went from drinking to self harming and eventually to the serious stuff.
It’s funny but writing about it now makes me sad for him. I have known the story for a long time now, but it never had that effect on me. I used to have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Anger towards both him and his parents as I thought somehow they failed him. For me he was just a kid that needed a good beating (well I would have beaten the addiction out of his system!).shame of him, above all when he talks about the things that happened with no shame whatsoever not even a tiny bit regrets.

It is over 20 years now since he last held a glass of alcohol, smoked a joint, swallowed any kind of dodgy pills and snorted a line of coke. I was not around when this happened but I can assure you I would have probably dumped him… if this had happened when we met I don’t think I would have stayed anyway.

Him, my favourite addict in the whole wide world is Robin my husband.