I am recently engaged to a wonderful guy that I love very much. There is only 1 problem. He is an addict. He smokes weed daily and takes pain pills when he gets a chance. I was raised by my mom and stepdad who did the same all my life. When I was in kindergarten the DARE officer came to school to educate us on drugs. He asked us if we had ever seen or been offered any of the drugs he showed us and I raised my hand and told him that my parents did that all the time. I don't want to raise my children how I was raised. I don't want my kids to think of daddy as a pothead/pillhead or as mommy as to weak to leave a druggie. That's how I always seen my parents. I hated the drugs growing up. My sister and I didn't have our $13 for workbooks at the beginning of school, so our teachers had to make copies for us all year long. Don't worry though cause they always had their drugs. I love my fiance' and truly believe that we are meant to be together, but I don't think he will ever quit. We talked about it. He says that I should love him for who he is, not what he does. He told me that he will probably quit in the future but not until he's ready and I should quit pressuring him. He smokes with most of his family, though. The only person that is seriously anti-drugs is his sister and they aren't as close as they used to be because he avoids her. He doesn't want her fussing him about his addiction or lack of a good job because of it. After reading the comments on the other site, I am seriously wondering if he'll ever quit and if he does manage to, for how long? I don't want to leave him, but sometimes I feel like I'm going to have to. I don't know what is worse. Living in misery and eventually resenting him or Leaving him and living the rest of my life without him. I really need help. This is tearing me up inside. I am so lost and confused. The situation depresses me so much. I have been on the other site reading some of the entries written by people who do the drugs and by the people who care about them. I sit here all night and read and think and cry. I just don't know what to do anymore. I am so sick of the tears and depression.
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