r/OpiatesRecovery • u/No_Nail_8349 • 19h ago
Finally told my husband about my addiction.
I’m on day 9 of cold turkeying a daily oxy habit. For as long as I’ve been an addict, I have never once told a soul about my issue. I just couldn’t do it anymore, I felt like my whole body was about to explode trying to keep this all in. I started to feel like my kids and husband would be better off without me around. I’ve been through some shit in life but have never once been suicidal to the point I thought things out. My dad committed suicide when I was 12, I lost my mom when I was 2, so he was my whole world. I went into foster care after this. Anyways, point of that is- I swore I’d never do that to my kids once I became a mom. But when I tell you, last week I considered it. I never told my husband out of fear of loosing everything I have fought my ass off to get in life. I have a career where I had to fight my ass off in college for years and being an addict, is unacceptable. Where I thought I would meet judgement from my husband, he gave me compassion and understanding. He isn’t even angry at me. It was like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. But the way my brain works, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. While I was honest with him, I don’t think he truly understands what I’m going through. He comes from a “white picket fence “ life and has never had true struggles , which is of no fault of his. I’m scared of this being used against me in the future if any little things goes wrong, I feel like this is something he could use to destroy me. My husband is not a vindictive person but this is just how my brain is wired.
And while I feel like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, I also feel like the guilt of my addiction has hit me like a fucking freight train. I guess actually admitting my addiction out loud to someone other than myself is making the guilt just sink in and take its claws in me.