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This is going to be long but I genuinely need outside perspectives because I don’t trust my own judgment anymore.
My boyfriend and I have a lot of history. We originally knew each other/“dated” in high school and then reconnected about 10 years later. When we got back together I genuinely thought he was the person I was going to spend my life with. I had never felt that strongly about anyone. I felt like he came back into my life for a reason and in the beginning I felt so loved, wanted, protected and hopeful about our future.
Over the past year though, things have gotten really complicated, especially with addiction.
We both ended up using 7-OH and I became extremely dependent on it. Getting off of it was absolute hell for me. Things got bad enough that I ended up in the hospital and then a psych ward. I finally got off of it and I haven’t taken 7-OH since July 29th. I’m still trying to recover mentally and get my life back.
The entire time, I believed my boyfriend was getting off of it with me.
Then this morning I found a pack of the tablets outside by accident. He admitted he has been taking them again.
That completely broke something in me because he KNOWS what that drug did to me. He watched me go through everything. He knew how important it was to me that we were getting away from this together and still let me believe he was off of it.
He claims he left the package somewhere I would find it because subconsciously he wanted me to know. I honestly don’t believe that. To me it feels like he was hiding it and accidentally left evidence behind. I had already suspected something was wrong because a few nights ago he woke me up wanting to have sex and couldn’t finish, which was unusual, and something in my gut immediately told me something was off.
Now I’m questioning everything.
There have already been other trust issues. I’ve found things on his phone before that really bothered me. I mostly chose to ignore them because I was tired of fighting and wanted our relationship to work. But I’m realizing that every time I “let something go,” it doesn’t actually disappear. I’m just pushing it down.
I’m scared I’m eventually going to ignore so many things that I become numb and stop caring completely.
There’s also been a pattern in our relationship where when I finally put myself first or tell him how badly something has hurt me, it turns into a huge fight. He tells me I’m negative, lazy, don’t do anything, stay in bed too much, need to change my outlook on life, etc.
The thing is… I KNOW I’m not doing well.
I’m depressed. I have almost no confidence anymore. I hate the way I look. I struggle to get out of bed sometimes. I don’t feel motivated or excited about my life the way I used to.
But instead of feeling like my partner recognizes those things as signs that I’m hurting and tries to understand me or lift me up, I feel judged for them. Then I feel even worse about myself, which makes me withdraw more, and the cycle continues.
I don’t expect another person to cure my depression or be responsible for my happiness. I know I have to work on myself. I just thought the person who loved me would have some compassion for the fact that I’m struggling instead of making me feel inferior because of it.
I also don’t feel pursued or special anymore. We barely go on dates. Money somehow always seems to be an issue when it comes to doing things together, and sometimes I’m made to feel like I ask for too much, but honestly I barely ask him for anything. Meanwhile he’s spending money on these tablets.
There are other things that have really affected me too. When I was in the psych ward, I had just filled a prescription of Adderall for my ADHD and he took the prescription, along with another medication I had. I know Adderall itself can obviously be abused and I’m not trying to pretend otherwise. What hurt was that he knew I legitimately struggle with ADHD and still took medication that belonged to me while I was hospitalized.
I feel like I’ve sacrificed SO much for him and supported him through so much. I constantly try to understand where he’s coming from, forgive him and see the good in him. But I don’t feel like he actually wants to understand me anymore.
And somewhere throughout all of this I feel like I lost my entire identity.
Before this relationship I took care of myself. I had my own life. I was independent. I had dreams and motivation and hope. When we first reconnected last year, I still felt like that girl.
Now I feel helpless and dependent and I barely recognize myself.
I’ve also become incredibly isolated. I barely have people in my life anymore and I feel like I’m starting to lose connections with my family too. I don’t know if he intentionally alienated me, and I don’t want to accuse him of something I can’t prove, but the reality is that I feel extremely alone now.
And lately I don’t even feel like I have HIM.
That’s probably the hardest part.
I love this person so fucking much, but I look at him now and sometimes genuinely think, “I don’t know who you are.”
If he could let me believe he wasn’t taking 7-OH while secretly taking it, I don’t know what else he could be lying about. I don’t want to become someone who checks his phone, searches through his things or investigates everything he says. That’s not how I want to live.
I just want to trust the person I’m with.
I also don’t want to resent him, but every time something else happens it gets added to everything else I’m already trying to heal from. Every lie, every horrible fight, every time I feel belittled, every time I forgive something and then something else happens… I feel myself getting a little worse.
I’m scared that eventually there will be so much hurt underneath the love that I won’t be able to come back from it.
I’ve now told him that I think he needs actual help and that I don’t think he should stay with me right now. I told him he should stay with his parents or somewhere else and get help because I CANNOT live around 7-OH.
I fought way too hard to get off of it. I can’t wake up wondering whether he’s high. I can’t find packages around the house. I can’t have easy access to something that nearly destroyed my life.
I understand addiction. Obviously I do. So I’m not expecting him to magically stop having cravings because he loves me. But I also don’t think I can be responsible for keeping him sober or destroy my own recovery trying to save him.
I still love him. That’s what makes this so fucking hard. A huge part of me still wants the future we talked about. I want my boyfriend back. I want to feel safe and close to him again.
But more than anything right now, I want ME back.
I want my confidence back. I want my independence back. I want my relationships with other people back. I want my voice back. I want to wake up and actually feel excited about being alive and having a future again.
I genuinely don’t know whether this relationship can heal while we’re together or whether loving him right now means stepping away and letting him deal with his addiction himself.
Am I doing the right thing by telling him he needs to stay somewhere else and get help? And for anyone who has been in a relationship affected by addiction and repeated broken trust, how do you know when supporting someone has crossed the line into losing yourself trying to save them?
TL;DR: My boyfriend and I both struggled with 7-OH. I went through a horrible withdrawal/hospitalization and have been off it since July 29th, believing he had stopped too. I just discovered he’s secretly been taking it again. There have also been other trust issues, medication issues, constant fighting and I feel increasingly depressed, isolated, insecure and unlike myself. I love him deeply, but I’ve told him I can’t live with him while he’s using and that he needs to stay elsewhere and get actual help. I’m trying to figure out whether there’s a healthy way forward or whether I’ve already lost too much of myself trying to keep this relationship together.

I’m a professional singer currently getting my degree in music production, and I’m trying to find more in-person or online work related to music so I can start getting my foot in the door professionally.

I’m open to pretty much anything music-related right now — singing gigs, session vocals, studio internships, production assistant work, music business/admin jobs, content creation, live sound, artist development, etc. I just really want to start building connections and real experience in the industry while I’m still in school.

I’m based in Atlanta, have performance experience, and I’m super passionate about music and learning every side of the industry.

For people already working in music:
Where did you find your first opportunities?
Are there specific websites, communities, studios, companies, or apps you’d recommend?
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