When my husband first got back on crack, his binge ended with him pawning his wedding ring. They were special to me because they were a gift, that just HAPPENED to fit so perfectly, as they were. No sizing necessary. And in one 4-day trip out of town, they were gone.
He swore he would get them back one way or another, and that he would have his brother go take them out of pawn. But it didn't happen. I counted down the days until I knew the shop would put his ring up for sale. I called the shop myself and asked if they would let me buy it back over the phone and pay to have it shipped (it was 6 hours away) but they said no. I asked if I could send someone else in to pay for it and they said no. He had to be there to sign. So we lost it... all for probably $20 worth of rock.
Fast forward a few months, he traded my wedding & engagement rings, too. We have pictures of me showing off the engagement ring. Now, pictures is all we have.
I was mad and I took them off as a sign of my anger, hoping it would snap him out of it. I now realize that all the things I did to snap him out of it were unsuccessful. I told him I was depressed... I offered him sex & sexual things... I offered him money... I threatened to divorce him... I threatened to leave town... I threatened to hurt myself... I threatened to call the police. I begged. I cried. I yelled. I sat silent. Nothing worked. Nothing will "snap" for a crackhead. It has to come from some place deep within himself.
My fear is that this place deep within him is too deeply buried, and he will die high.
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