Condumbpope
Bluelighter
My wife has had problems with tramadol in the past. The only reason I found out was because she was shaking in the middle of the night and sweating everywhere, turns out she had a 15x50mg / day habit and had run out cold turkey. I was so pissed at her when I found out, my sister has an opiate and benzo problem. It's basically turned her into a useless piece of shit that just lives at home and mooches off my parents at the age of 29, unemployed, and a shell.
For that reason I already have a strong hatred for dependencies, and even had problems with guilt when I was taking pain management during the height of my lyme treatment.
For the past few days I've noticed her going to bed early, literally just to nod and scratch herself.. She's been neglecting work, negative, and generally nasty towards me. (It's easy to treat people around you like shit when you're on cloud 9) Immediately understanding her behavior I put on my detective hat.
After searching the house I find hydrocodone syrup, a big-ass bottle #280 servings halfway gone... Upon further searching I find a bottle of 180 tramadol 50mgs. Now when I finally get to the car I find vicodin. At this point I'm fucking furious because she has been lying to me this entire time, so I get on her computer to do detective work. Apparently she's been taking (daily) copious amounts of phenibut, tramadol, hydrocodone, vicodin, and valium.
The last time she had a "drug problem" I told her if she hid it from me again, and became an addict behind my back I would divorce her. She said "okay", but apparently... it's not okay, she can't curb her junkie tendencies. I'm just very, very pissed and I need to think about how to approach this before I just explode and throw her shit out of the front door.
End rant
For that reason I already have a strong hatred for dependencies, and even had problems with guilt when I was taking pain management during the height of my lyme treatment.
For the past few days I've noticed her going to bed early, literally just to nod and scratch herself.. She's been neglecting work, negative, and generally nasty towards me. (It's easy to treat people around you like shit when you're on cloud 9) Immediately understanding her behavior I put on my detective hat.
After searching the house I find hydrocodone syrup, a big-ass bottle #280 servings halfway gone... Upon further searching I find a bottle of 180 tramadol 50mgs. Now when I finally get to the car I find vicodin. At this point I'm fucking furious because she has been lying to me this entire time, so I get on her computer to do detective work. Apparently she's been taking (daily) copious amounts of phenibut, tramadol, hydrocodone, vicodin, and valium.
The last time she had a "drug problem" I told her if she hid it from me again, and became an addict behind my back I would divorce her. She said "okay", but apparently... it's not okay, she can't curb her junkie tendencies. I'm just very, very pissed and I need to think about how to approach this before I just explode and throw her shit out of the front door.
End rant

