It follows me: Addiction Methamphetamine part 2

After being in Tulsa a short while, we were offered a job in thr oil field which meant a great amount of money but a lot of moving.  In the 6 years I lived this life I lived in 14 different states including: OK, MT, CA, LA, NE, SD, TX, NC, SC, OH, GA, MS, AL, AR. Plus there was repeating 5 of those states at least twice if not 4 times. I will just say, I moved a lot. First job, Montana. It was a nice place, beautiful town but Montana is known for meth use which meant bad things for me. 5 months later I moved to San Francisco where the meth was not readily available but its little brother Cocaine sure was. So that was the trade off. Working 60 hours a week in the refineries and being strung out does not match. I went days with no sleep and not eating. Some days I was so miserable I would sneak off at work to bump up. This far gone we took our drugs however we could get them. Smoking,  snorting,  injecting. . Don't judge me.. The body can only take so much you see. Then you have to start making sure you are aware of where the hospitals are located in every town just in case. A night came when I true true stand up to walk across the room. I didn't make it very far and the next morning I was in the hospital being pumped full of fluids for 6 hours straight. You would think that would teach me. Ha! There were too many bags of powder and little pills to swallow. A year later, moving to southern Louisiana near New Orleans shortly after Katrina was no fun. But I got pregnant again with my 2nd little one amd I decided I was ready to be done with it all. I spent many nights crying alone as my child's father would sneak out at night to go party with his friends. They spent much of their Louisiana visit high on crack. A drug I banished from my book a long time ago. After months and months of this passed and the mental abuse started from my ex. He was so far gone that if i raised my voice I was subjected to being verbally a used until I had a panic attack. That happened often. Then after my idiot ex husband was so high on crack he forgot to pick me up at the airport an hour away in new Orleans where I sat pregnant with my oldest son for all of about 6 hours after our return from Florida, I made my stand. Time to move.. and move we did.
The point is, no one should put themselves through this for any one. I did it to stay with my husband because I believed in him. I wanted my kids to have both their parents at home. So I dealt with anything to keep that. No one should ever put up with the mental abuse and lies to save a marriage. Your body, no matter how strong can only handle so much be for it cracks. Think about this before you take your next fix.