My story probably isn’t that different from thousands across America. My husband and I met when we were 10 years old. We were best friends and high school sweet hearts. We got pregnant at 19 and decided to get married and have a family. He got a great job and I was able to stay home with our 3 children. Then my husband got hurt. His job was very physical and he broke a vertebrae in his back. His doctor gave him pain pills and he had to have surgery. The surgery was like putting a bandaid on, and he had to continue to take the pain pills so that he could continue to work. I tried several times to find a decent job, but with little kids I was paying more for daycare than I was making in wages, so that was useless. Shawn had to keep working. The doctors kept upping his dosage of the pain pills so they would work. Fast forward 10 years…Opioids are harmful! They cut his dosage in half. He started getting them from people he worked with. They kept cutting his dosage, but not offering any alternatives that would work. I got a minimum wage job, but it wasn’t paying the bills. His habit got up to $500 a week. I refused to let the power get turned off or the house to get foreclosed on. I wish I had let everything go to hell. I instead used credit cards and loans to pay essentials. Now we’re $40,000 in debt. We have 1 child left at home, who definitely hasn’t gotten the childhood his brother and sister got. Now my husband and I blame eachother for everything. I got us in debt, he’s a pill addict. I’m just trying to get out of this hole that I dug us, so I can send him to rehab and try to salvage some of our relationship. He’s the hardest working person I know. Through everything, he’s always tried to work to support us. He got hooked on this drug that the doctors said were the solution. I’m trying to save my best friend and my family.