ADDICTED TO LOVING HIM
Once upon a time…wait a minute,this isn’t a children’s bedtime story so I can’t possibly start like that.
My name is Annie, When I was in university I met a handsome man (Victor) who was everything I prayed for, he was tall, light and handsome(TLH). I was in my first year then and since all my friends had a boyfriend, I decided to have one too. He was so sweet and he loved and respected me. I knew a bit about him and his “habits”. He was addicted to smoking and taking some substance which he claimed helped him relieve stress. I never wanted to leave him and so I became his advisor, talking to him daily and supporting him with love. I felt I was his only link to maintain his sanity and even though most days it felt like hell to be with him,i still kept on with him. When he is with me he was the sweetest guy and he never cheated. The only problem we had was his addiction which he promised to work on. He did actually work on it after going to the rehab for the third time. All through his stay there,he made promises and he was the sweetest soul and then it happened; he asked me to marry him, I said yes! because I felt he was totally “clean” this time around.
Ten months into our marriage,I discovered he started going out late and he wouldn’t come home early after work. I started getting worried until one day he came back home and was smelling funny. I kissed him and he tasted funny as well and then it hit me,Alas! he had gone back to his habits, when I confronted him he said he had been at it for a while again. I cried myself to bed that day wondering what I would do with this man. I loved him too much to leave him and I wanted so much for him to change. I had fallen in love with a junkie and my life was now the opposite of “dope”. I didn’t want to walk out of my marriage as it was too early to leave and I still loved him.
I talked to him about seeing a counsellor and he agreed as he was very remorseful at having relapsed.
The counselling sessions were a miracle as he also saw a doctor too who helped him and talked to him about his addiction. He started working out and focusing on other ways to deal with his stress like a non-drug user would.
He spent more time at home with me and the intimacy grew. A few months after,I felt sick and had to go to the hospital for check up. It was there at the hospital I was told that I was a month gone.
I couldn’t contain my joy as I rushed home to my husband,he was elated at the news too and over the months I noticed a different change in him. He was more relaxed and didn’t hang out with his friends as such anymore. He would rush home to be with me and talk to his unborn child. I felt so happy and in love,I was glad I didn’t give up on him and now it seems God had totally changed him for me. One night he apologized to me for all the pains his addiction must have caused me and he promised to be the best husband and father to Our baby.
A few months later, our baby came along and she is still the best gift we’ve ever received. As for Victor, I’m now addicted to loving him and our baby.