My husband told me he used to abuse meth and heroin many years ago before I knew him. For as long as I've known him I never thought he was using drugs. He was a loving husband, devoted father, and only one year out of law school already got a job working at one of the most prestiges law firms in the country. About two months ago I found out I was pregnant, I decided not to tell him until I saw the doctor because I've had a couple miscarriages and it dramatically effected booth of us. Right around that time he was very stressed from work and became extremely aggressive to me. He got physical twice with me that week. I was scared and stupidly wanted to teach him a lesson that he couldn't ever put his hands on me so I told him to stay at his moms until I decide if we should get a divorse. I honestly would never leave him but I figured this was the best way to stop the violence, plus I have a baby inside of me I had to think of. He was emotional broken, he begged and cried for me to take him back. After kicking him out for two days he definitely got the point and I was supposed to meet him for dinner that night once we booth finished work and I was going to tell him to move back in. I got off work that night later than planned and called him once I got off. He didn't answer so I figured he had a long day at work and probably fell asleep. The next day I found out he died the night before from a heroin/fentenal OD in his mother's bathroom. I immediately fell apart. The love of my life is dead because I triggured him to relapse. To make the situation worse his family reminded me constantly how it was my fault. I wasn't even allowed to go to my husband's funeral. My parents flew me back home for a week for emotional support. When I flew back home booth of our cars were missing from the driveway. I went inside my house and every item we owned was gone. My husband took out a loan to pay for booth the cars, even though i paid every payment and down payment for booth cars his mother felt obligated to turn booth cars in when I was gone. His family took all his belongings and either sold or threw my stuff away, the house was totally empty. I don't have one thing of his or one item that we bought together as a memory. This was inconvidient, but the least of my worries. All I can think about is how I don't want to live my life without him. I finally met and married the man of my dreams and he's dead. I'm loosing my mind. Has anyone ever been in a similar situation? Any suggestions on what helps? Please help. I'm seriously so close to checking myself in somewhere.