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I guess I'm one of the few in here who can't rail on Father-To-Be. He has a heart of gold, he would give you the shirt off his back. He's never raised his voice at me, always encouraged me to be my best.
And yet, his Achilles Heel is his addiction to Prescription Medication after four knee surgeries.
We've been together for 6 years, he's been through rehab twice. And he's bee in a Methadone Clinic, NA, and we've been seeing a counselor for the past 4 months (since his last relapse).
And now I'm 10 weeks pregnant. And he's relapsed again. And through all the begging and crying, through all the pleas for me not to leave him - that he wants to be a part of the baby's life, he wants to be at all the doctor's appointments, he want to watch his child being born...
I cry about the fact that in the long run, how can you be a father when your first priority is the drug and not your baby? He needs help, he really does. I've encouraged him to go to a year long rehabilitation, or move back in with his mother for a while. To get on his feet. To beat this disease on his own... But he wants to stay in the house and prove to me that this time is different than the endless stream of empty promises.
I'd like to think that if he were an asshole, it would be easier. I'd like to think that if I had any family around it would be easier. But, I think I'm just lying to myself. And I can't help but be jealous and wonder what I did in a past life to deserve this when I look at all the happy family pictures of my friends. All the proud fathers, all the happy mommies and daddies and babies. And I can't help but feel destroyed that I won't have those pictures.
And I'm pretrified about going through this alone. But, letting him stay is letting him relapse yet again, letting him again skip out on the consequences of his actions, and again letting him not do the right things to finally get help - if he ever can get help. They say prescription pain pills are almost impossible to kick. It's a life-long addiction, it's not all his fault (it's his fault for giving in again, but not for the knee surgeries that caused it), and I cry when I think about how he can't stop crying about losing his child.
And I can't stop crying when i think about not having him in my life. And I can't stop crying when I think about how I don't have faith that he'll ever be able to overcome this addiction. And I can't stop crying when I think about the fact that my baby will never know his or her Daddy. And I can't stop crying because I feel sooooooooooo alone.

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