MARRIED TO AN ADDICT
He Won’t Stop Until He’s Taken Everything From Me
He’s desperate enough to keep trying
Wedged between the back of my nightstand and the wall was a small, blue bag. It was thin with a zip. No one could see it back there. Not unless they pulled the nightstand out.
Some days the bag was deep in a wicker vase containing artificial flowers next to the dining table. Some days it was placed between folded towels on the shelf in the bathroom. Some days the bag was zipped inside the cover of a throw cushion in the living room.
Moving it regularly was necessary.
I always took the bag with me when I left the house. I had to — it contained all of my debit cards, credit cards, checkbook, and valuable jewelry including my grandmother’s wedding ring that she had left to me in her will.
He’d tried to take all of those things.
He would look in my car and my purse during the day. If I left the house, I’d come home to messy kitchen cabinets and my clothes unfolded in their drawers. At night I heard him popping open DVD cases and thudding books on the bookcase.
I began to understand how desperate an addict can be.
