My Hate and Love for a Drug Addict

by Ruby W
(Clevelan,Ohio)

I was with a drug addict for almost six years. I helped him get on his feet. Then I started to notice while I was at work my things started to come up missing. I couldn't figure it out at first.

Then a friend had told me that he had seen my boyfriend selling my clothes and had other things of mine. Then another person told me that my boyfriend was a crack smoker. He said the person he was with new him a long time ago because, he sold him some crack one day. To make a long story short like others that have had the same situation happen to them, I was in shock.

I had a live wier in my house. I met him in college. I thought he was my soul mate for life. It turn out to be the worst nightmare of my life. He was a very good looking man, full of charm. A master malnipulater, a lier, thief, very depressive person to be around him. A cry baby and sexless. His behaver mimics Dr. Jekyel and Mr. Hyde.

I as a women fell in love with him. I take a lot of stuff from him and it darn near run me crazy. I finally prayed to the Lord to get rid of him. The Lord anwered my prayer. I found out the hard way that you can't do a thing with these kind of men. I was strong in the Lord to just kick him out of my house. He weighs 205, when I put him out. I see him now and weighing 150, if that, maybe less.

He is so shinney. When you get older I think that some women hate to be alone - meaning with out a man in their life. I choose to be the stronger one. I'm not going to let anyone drag me down to that level of filth. He's with another sorry women who smokes just as much as he does. I am happy that he has found somebody and a new home to live. I hate him for being what he is - a crack head.

The love I gave him was real. The love he gave me back was the crack special - meaning I will use you, tell you what you want to hear and pretend to be the man you thought you had. Its sicking just to have a crack-head around you. It will literaly make you sick. Starting with your mind moving to your emotional well being down.

Finally, it just drains your energy right from under your feet. I had to be strong minded to get rid of this sick alien. I thank the Lord each and everyday that he is gone out of my life. Now, I have a peace of mind, and have my spirit back to live again.

I'm sorry some people would say he has a sickness. I should stand by him. I say its his sickness. And I don't want to catch any more drama. I have had my share of his sickness around me. Now,I am healed, and at peace with myself. Thank God! The crackhead is gone.