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Loving an Addict: The Kind of Pain Nobody Warns You About

 


A blog by a woman who loves a man fighting demons he never asked for.

There’s a certain kind of heartbreak you can’t understand unless you’ve loved an addict.
And let me tell you—
it’s nothing like the movies.
There’s no inspirational soundtrack, no tidy ending, no scripted redemption arc where everything suddenly “clicks.”

It’s messy.
It’s raw.
And sometimes it feels like your heart is bleeding out in slow motion.

Recently, the man I love—the one I’ve stood by through hell and back—opened up to me about slipping again.
Again.
Not even a full week.
And as much as it hurts to say it…
I’m not surprised anymore.

And THAT is its own kind of pain.

Relapse isn’t betrayal.

But God, it still feels like loss.

I’m grateful he told me.
Because honesty from an addict is a gift wrapped in barbed wire—
it matters,
it means something,
but damn does it sting.

When he says,

“I fucked up again,”
there’s a piece of me that sighs in relief
and another piece that shatters all over again.

Not because I’m disappointed in who he is.
But because I know what addiction does to him.
To us.
To the future we’re fighting for.

Every relapse feels like a tiny funeral for a version of him I thought was finally coming back to life.

People love to tell you to “just leave.”

They don’t see the war you’re both in.

The world is full of people who think addiction is a choice.
That relapse means they don’t care.
That loving someone with a substance use disorder makes you weak or stupid.

Let me tell you something:

Loving an addict is not weakness.
It’s warfare.

And unless you’ve stood in it—
unless you’ve held a shaking voice on the other end of a prison phone,
unless you’ve watched the man you love drown in demons he didn’t create—
you don’t get to judge a damn thing.

Loving him doesn’t mean I’m blind.

It means I see deeper than the disease.

I see the man inside him who’s trying.
The one who wants to live another way.
The one who reaches for God even when he feels like he doesn’t deserve Him.
The one who has more trauma in his past than most people have in their entire lives.

I see the version of him who WANTS to be sober
but doesn’t yet know how to carry his pain without reaching for something to numb it.

And loving him means I carry that truth even when he can’t.

But let me be clear—

supporting him doesn’t mean this shit doesn’t hurt.

Relapse hurts.
It’s watching your progress slide backwards,
even though you were cheering so damn hard.

It’s holding onto hope with both fists
while grief bites pieces out of you.

It’s crying in silence because telling the world would just earn you judgment instead of compassion.

It’s being strong in front of him
because he already hates himself enough for the both of you.

And it’s asking yourself,
“Can I keep doing this?”
while knowing the answer isn’t simple.

I don’t love an addict because it’s easy.

I love him because he’s mine.
Because he’s worth fighting for.

Not in a romanticized, martyr way.
But in a real, grounded, gritty way.

I love him because I see the man beneath the scars.
Because I’ve watched him fight battles other people wouldn’t survive.
Because he’s trying, even when he fails.
Because he doesn’t hide behind lies anymore.
Because he came clean today—and that matters.

But loving him doesn’t erase the pain.

Addiction is the storm.

Love is the reason I don’t walk away.

I’m not naive.
I’m not blind.
I don’t pretend this journey is easy.

I’m here because I choose to be.
Because I believe in the man behind the addiction.
Because I’m fighting for him the way nobody ever fought for him when he was a kid,
when trauma rewired his brain before he even knew what drugs were.

But I’m also human.
And sometimes?

It hurts like hell.

Bad.

If you love someone battling addiction, hear me:

Your pain is valid.
Your exhaustion is real.
And your strength is not invisible.

You are allowed to cry.
You are allowed to be tired.
You are allowed to feel every emotion that hits you in the chest.
Supporting an addict does not make you weak—
it makes you brave in a way most people can’t even comprehend.

This love…
this hard, painful, relentless love…
isn’t for the faint-hearted.

It’s for the women like me—
who love fiercely,
fight loudly,
and still stand by the man who keeps trying to rise.

Not because it’s easy.
But because he’s worth it.

 

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