"My wife gets upset when I don’t answer her text messages. Sometimes I’ll be at work, and I’ll get a text, but then I’ll forget about it. And I’ll remember it when I’m almost home, and try to answer it really quickly before I walk in the door. But it’s too late."
"At first we kept saying: ‘We’re going to beat it. We’re going to beat it.’ Then after awhile we began to realize that we might not beat it. Then toward the end, it became clear that we definitely weren’t going to beat it. That’s when she started telling me that she wanted me to move on and find happiness with somebody else. But I’m not quite there yet. Not long ago a noise woke me up in the middle of the night, and I rolled over to ask if she needed anything."
"We’ve been on it for two years."
“Did you do drugs before that?”
“A line of coke at a party, every once in awhile we’d pop a couple Vicodin and watch TV. But we had normal lives. She was an office administrator, I was a cook. Then I got hurt and got a prescription for some Oxycontins. And I gave a few to her. And before long we were crushing them up and snorting them. Then we started doing heroin cause it was cheaper. It’s the same thing, really, as the Oxycontins. Just cheaper.”
“What’s it feel like when you stop doing heroin?”
“It’s like dying. And being reborn again. Your eyes keep crying and your nose keeps running and you’ve got cold sweats. And for like 4 days you’re flopping around and can’t get comfortable, so you can’t sleep for days so you start thinking crazy and seeing things. And if you can make it through those four days without getting a bag of dope, then you come out the other side so exhausted you can’t move. If you’re lucky you can get some methadone from a clinic, but that’s even more addictive than the heroin.”
“Would you say heroin has ruined your life?”
“Do you mind if I share that?”
“That’s fine. Just say one thing. Be sure to say that we really do love each other and we’re trying to fix our lives.”