It was a hard pill to swallow when I realized him and I, were one in the same. The only difference was, I got out and he didn’t. I had to accept that he may never get out, I had to accept that as much as I begged him to choose us over getting high, that wasn’t a choice he could make, it wasn’t a choice of one verses the other, and through my addiction and my recovery I KNEW that, yet I still begging for him to make that choice because of my own emotional issues.
