My husband and I have been doing pretty good. Great conversation, he’s been helping a lot… things have been going well. Last night we were intimate. He couldn’t finish. He said it was because he was so tired. We laid down and were starting to fall asleep and I couldn’t get it out of my head that all the times before when he couldn’t finish he was on pills. It was eating at me. I bought a safe that I had been keeping my pills in but when I had gone to the mountains I put them in a lock box and hid the key in the bag for my headphones. He somehow got into the lock box. Not sure if he pushed the pin out of the hinges or if he found the key. I’m hosed when I go out of town, he knows I need my meds I guess. I’m so sorry to bore you with the fact that he has stolen from me again, and that I had started to forgive him and trust him again. Thing is I always said I wouldn’t be one of those dumb women who again and again forgive men for the same senseless acts. I just really had hoped things would be different because of what my daughter wanted for Christmas. My savings is gone, I used it to put him through therapy twice. I was under the impression he was taking his script that made him not feel his high… now I’m wondering if I watched him swallow some other pill assuming it was his script. Fuck my life. I’m so sorry all my posts are the same, trust me its getting old to me too. I think each time it hurts more, but the shock is a little less.