Growing up in a household plagued by drug addiction, the chaos and toxicity shaped every aspect of your life. The echoes of shouting and the smell of smoke filled your childhood, leaving scars that ran deep. You learned to navigate through emotional abuse, always walking on eggshells, hoping to avoid the next explosion. Then came Sean, a beacon of light in your dark world. For two beautiful years, he was your safe haven, and when you got married, you thought you had finally escaped your past.

But slowly, the shadows crept back in. Sean, who once promised to be your rock, started using drugs. He would come home high, his laughter replaced by a distant gaze that made your heart ache. You cried, feeling the walls close in around you, desperately begging him to quit, to return to the man you fell in love with.

Instead, he grew angry, sometimes lashing out in ways that left you shaken, a stark reminder of the abuse you thought you had left behind. One night, he stumbled through the door late, high as usual, and you felt your heart sink. This wasn’t the life you wanted, and the man you loved was slipping away.