How Do I Get My Wife Off Drugs?

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Heres the deal-about three years ago my wife went into rehab for alcoholism-she came out of treatment and sex was off the table a while as she struggled to stay sober. That struggle is now 3 years old. I love her to death but the lack of any real physcial contact istempting me to look elswhere. ( I havent, but it is tempting-even a high class escort for just one night)

Has any Married couple been through this? maybe not for the same reason but the same problem…She seems to have no interest in it or me..She says it is not me but she is unwilling to find out what it is…….I know she is not cheating etc. She goes to AA meetings 3 x a week. How much time is enough time before YOu would look elsewhere.
Update-
It is just not the physical part-(grown up discussion) a guy can handle that -hell look at porn and handle it—-I know that sounds crass but it is a way it can be done——-hell thats the only argument we have———”you look atporn” GOD lady we havent touched each other in 3 years…..

the funny thing is–is I honestly love her but am just growing tired of growing tired–if you know what I mean—-

Maybe wI will suggest we talk to someone (she wont) then Perhaps I have to do something else……….any wifes in Mass in the same fix-we can help each other out (kdding-not by much)
Menace,

Thanks for the answer. I know and understand what your saying. When I speak to her about our relationship she says she still loves me, and wants to stay together and there definitly is no one else etc. I believe her. Drunk or sober she is the most honest person i Know. She will not tell a “white lie’ to any of the kids. I think she has some clinical depression and is not dealing with some issues that are bothering her. I would welcome her saying lets figure a way to split- hell I have offered-if it was that she has had ample time to say yes—–just what it is though i do not know—–perhaps I will give it one more try and if not successful perhaps move on. The funny thing is that during her drinking period we had some serious family problems and we made it-I stuck by when she was drinking-I want to stick by when she is sober…I just dont want to be a brother….

Tomorrow i’m going to my friends brothers funeral and i don’t know what to say to her. I can’t imagine how she feels or what she’s going through. I’ve been friends with her for a long time and for the past 5 years we drifted apart, as life has a tendency to do that, but she texted me last week that her brother died and i felt real messed up for txting her back. But my sister and our other friend are going to the mass and burial tomorrow afternoon and i’m so confused right now ! i feel so bad for her entire family :( he died of alcoholism and left his wife and 4 children behind and was like an older brother to me.
Can anyone help me out on what i should say or not say ? i understand when people pass away that it certain things can make someone more angry and upset.
Thanks in advance
lol debbie downer nice name. My friend and i talk on the phone, but we rarely hang out because she lives and works far, so its not like i haven’t talked to her in 5 years, also her brother was not a nice drunk , he was a cool person when he was sober.
But thanks for the advice anyway

My wife and I are weighing in on whether to adopt from this birthmother.. We’ve been through infertility treatments for 2 and half years. This is a tough decision.. We are aware of the potential for low birthweight and addiction..

I believe our last lovemaking session — if you could call it that — was Wednesday or so. It mostly consisted of her barking commands and me going along like a robot, as usual. In any case, I am planning to have a deep and meaningful conversation with my wife very soon about some indiscretions of hers that I have been made aware of, and was wondering if there is a set time one should have between lovemaking, and, if it comes to this, asking for a separation.

I’m not leaving my wife high and dry. She earns an excellent income and has the services of our au pair, Krystka. The separation shouldn’t be a major ordeal for me. I own a small cottage next door, and the kids and even Krystka could pop by whenever my wife is her oftentimes belligerent (or drunk) self. While my cottage is old and has water issues and just an old B&W TV that gets 2.5 channels, it’s fine by my bohemian standards. I have funds.

I hope it doesn’t come to this, but can one ask for separation if he/she just had sex?

some people have said that she has died but ive looked in the deaths columns and her family has not heard from her either well my question is how can i find out?

My wife became addicted to precocet. She reduced her dosage slowly down to half a pill. She has decided to quit the medicine altogether, but is having severe chills and heat flashes. Does anyone know how long these will continue?
My wife was prescribed percocet after an operation and after 3 weeks stopped taking it since no longer needed for pain. We found out she became addicted and she started taking it again but in reduced amounts and 3 days ago started taking half a pill. 18 hours ago she decided to no longer take any more medicine. She is currently having severe cold chills. Does anyone know how long these symptoms may last since she wasn’t addicted very long? When she told her doctor, all he said was to continue taking reduced dosages until she was off them.

Two Weeks Since My Last Confession is a novel by Kate Genovese. It is a family saga, featuring the O’Briens from Boston, Massachusetts. On the face of things, the O’Briens are an upstanding pillar of the community. John O’Brien is a politician, a senator no less, and a respected and long term incumbent to boot. Marie, Mrs. O’Brien, is a devout Catholic with five children. She is determined that they should be raised in such a way that ensures they develop values and respect rules. She fails.

The story centres on two siblings of the O’Brien household, and sets their stories in parallel, spanning three decades up to the 1980s. Molly and Sean are separated by several years, Sean being the older. Molly is the more impetuous of the two, Sean, in his own way, the less predictable. Things at home turn very sour indeed when Molly claims she is sexually abused by her brother. She complains to her mother, who blames her daughter for raising such ideas in the hothouse of her over-active imagination. She tells her father, who seems to be equally dismissive, being always more interested in the preservation of his own privilege and public face. It is only a long time later that she learns her father did, indeed, speak to Sean. They are words that the boy resents, for he has no recollection of having done anything.

Essentially, Two Weeks Since My Last Confession deals with the on-going consequences of these reactions which, at the time, were generated for merely rational reasons, their intended consequences designed to heal rather than harm. Events are described from the individual perspectives of the two children, Molly and Sean.

On the surface a devout Roman Catholic nuclear group, the O’Briens in reality are shot through with tension, hypocrisy, deceit and, indeed, corruption. They are perhaps a fairly standard family beneath the sheen of respect. When the lad misbehaves, his senator father pulls strings so that nothing will come of the issue and, importantly, there will be no record kept. The senator, himself, is a rampant womanizer and two timer, his clearly unhappy wife thus trapped in a marriage her religion would never contemplate ending. Sean gets up to some pretty naughty things before, during and after his tour of duty in Vietnam, but the experience of war does change him, so that his life is transformed. As he matures, he begins to understand and come to terms with the origin of the psychological demons that have haunted him since boyhood.

But it is Molly, more formally Maureen Bridget whenever her mother scolds her, who provides the centrepiece of the story. Her life is a tale of deterioration, a personal tragedy that affects all around her.

In Bobby Angelo, she finds a perfect boyfriend at an age when she is just too young to convince others her feelings are sincere. She develops an early, rich, sexual relationship with Bobby, who seems to be a likeable boy of Italian descent. He is convinced he is destined for stardom as a baseball player and somehow it just doesn’t work out with Molly.

In fact, it actually worked out a little too well with Molly, but he is ignorant of this when he goes off to college. Molly is thus prevented from attending college herself and she takes up a career in health care. She has already smoked dope, as have most of her peers, and she has tried a few other things. Her professional activities facilitate her access to drugs, of course, and she begins to try something different, and then a little more, and a little more still. And so she drifts into a destitution of addiction. But it is a state that allows her to continue a semblance of a normal life for many years.

The book describes the history of the whole family, however, in order to fill out details of the two principal characters’ lives. There are marriages and births – sometimes in that order, some more marriages, plenty of divorces, more births, domestic abuse, success, wealth, failure. There are breakdowns, rehab centres, a Vietnam War and pop culture. And so the characters inhabit a confused two decades to emerge older, wiser perhaps, more stable perhaps, certainly awaiting what life will throw at them next.

Ultimately, the book is an examination of abuse and its consequences, both direct and incidental. The childhood traumas that centred on Molly and Sean resurface, demand attention, regularly reassert their control of lives. They have been denied. They will not go away. And again ultimately the book has a message of hope, as the skeletons in the cupboard are eventually brought out into daylight and positively buried.

Life can be a messy process, with events becoming confused, subconsciously rejected or unacknowledged. But things do catch up with you in the end. The mistakes are truly easy to make, but unpicking their consequences can be an intricate, delicate and lengthy task.

She didn’t feel like walking 3 blocks to the car, but felt I was too drunk to drive once she was in the car.

Is this typical female logic?