My boyfriend is a heroin addict. We have been together for 5 years and have a baby together. He has been using heroin for the past 3 years and started using needles to get his fix 2 years ago. Ive had to watch him destroy his health and mind, he used to be so intelligent, strong and I would've told anyone that he is the most amazing person I've ever met and could accomplish anything. Now I don't know what I would say to describe him.. He walks around pulling a cart full of junk, is constantly walking around neighborhoods 24/7 breaking into peoples property stealing tools and whatever else so he can get high. He seems to be going through psychosis alot of the time and that there is no reality left in him. I found him one day cleaning up a bike path.. He was picking up cigerett butts and cleaning rocks off the side walk, it hurts me so bad when I see him doing things like this. He takes my things all the time to sell for heroin and I now have barely anything to my name. I told him he can't stay at my house months ago but I still find him sleeping outside my door curled up. I'm usually a really soft spoken and patient person but after going through this this long it is causing me to break down and go through depression. I'm not used to being without him. He is my best friend and he means everything to me but it seems like because of his addiction we has almost become enemies. I've had to apply for welfare to help pay the bills to keep a roof over our sons head and food. He has not put $1 towards anything for his son and I to survive. He told me that he spend at least $300 a day on heroin and even shows up counting his money in front of me before he goes to spend it on heroin. I don't know what to do anymore... I love him so much.. So much that even after everything he has done to hurt me, I've still been true to him, waiting for him to get better. I don't go out partying or doing things that would make him question my loyalty. I don't think that many girls my age would be waiting this long and and would not have moved on after all this disrespect and heartache but here I am being a good girl friend, taking care if my Responsibilities and worrying on how I can help him. When I see him I feel so happy to see his face because I miss him but at the same time I feel resentment and like giving up. I can't sleep at night because i m worried that he is overdosing somewhere, that he is cold or hungry and every siren I hear go by, I can't help but think its for him.. Whether it's the police or ambulance. And when I do sleep I have nightmares that he is overdosed outside my door so I end up waking up 2-3 times a night to look outside. I'm hurting so bad, I have nobody in this big city except for our baby. I've tried to go to NA meetings so that I can get some advice but I feel so out of place and uncomfortable. What do I do?? Tuff love is not working like they say it would... I've seen him at his worst where he is filthy, smelly ,starving, tired, sleeping in walkways and on the sidewalk and totally out of his mind to the point he doesn't even want to live anymore but he still keeps up with the drugs. It seems that his only way out of this is death. And if it comes to that it will ruin soul. I can't take this anymore
