Day 0

He's getting his life back. Hopefully. I was going to tell him after work today that this was not working. I cannot spend $70 a day on an unhealthy diet. I cannot steal from my parents no longer. I cannot let him ruin his life and my own for a bad habit. I did not have to tell him this. He told me himself, after today he was going cold turkey. The initial thought was utter bliss, the after thoughts were not. This means for a minimum for 5 days I have to help him get through the shakes, the chills, the awful nausea, and many more. The hardest will be helping him emotionally through it and supporting him that he can quit; it will be extremely difficult, but he can do it.

I went over after work and gave him the last of his dope I was saving for him. It was the last he should have. And he knows this. I left him telling him how proud I was and that I love him more than life itself. I went back over around 9, obviously at this point he is still feeling physically okay, but mentally, he is very quiet, preparing himself for the hell to come. As the night continued we lay watching tv, me holding him, trying to comfort him, but trying to comfort myself also. 

What do I get to help him through this? Is there anything to help one through this? Can he really do this? Will this really happen or will I be on my way to the dope boy tomorrow? 

I pray this is really the end of the hell I have been living the past year. No more spending more money that I have, working to get out of debt, more concentration on school, no more dope boys, no more waking up early to get some, no more stealing, no more pawning, no more lying and then finally, my fairytale can come true with the man of my dreams.

So this is the last day of my old life, let's hope tomorrow we start a new life together, and let's hope it will be beautiful.