My life has completely flipped, and I am not even sure how I feel. As most of you know I’ve been having some serious marital issues for a while, what a lot of you don’t know is it is due to my husband being an addict and an alcoholic.
He started using cocaine around this time last year, by October it had escalated to a point that I began noticing. Asked him to move out on Halloween after I cornered him in the bathroom and forced a home piss test out of him, confirming my suspicions. I was utterly heartbroken, as this is something I honestly never saw coming. The whole time I’ve been with him he’s barely drank and I’ve never even seen him smoke pot...I was floored. He left willingly, but quickly outstayed his welcome at his sisters. A few days later he was back at home, open about his previous drug abuse, and we were working on things. Over the next 14 days everything pretty seriously went to shit. Our heat got cut off because he wasn’t paying any bills, this is something that has literally never happened to me. He was away from home a lot and acting strangely. We had no money and I was trying so hard to believe he wasn’t using again. Nov 15th my landlord came to the door early in the morning. She was outside talking to Jt and I heard lots of yelling. She knocked for me to come out, I’ll never forget that moment. Jt was stark white, his whole face was twitching, his skin was grey, and he was stuttering. He looked horrible and was sitting on the edge of the deck with his hood up, smoking, trying to hide from us. My landlord gently grabbed me by the face and said “I’m sorry hunny, but your husband has a problem. He’s on something, he hasn’t been paying rent and as much as I don’t want to if I don’t have it by the 20th I have to give you guys a notice” a massive fight ensued, I phoned the cops. It was a mess. We had about 6 months of wash, rinse, and repeat. Always thinking he was getting better, just for the truth to come out and it was only getting worse.
I was afraid to leave the kids with him or even have him in the house, he got increasingly erratic and aggressive. I lost count of the amount of times I phoned the cops. In January he got severely intoxicated after I kicked him out of the house again, stole a car, drove here, broke in and threatened me with a gun. He got held that time, and charged with uttering threats. He was released the very next day. There was 3 overnight police stays in April for almost the exact same thing, but a few were him threatening to harm himself. He was always released the next day, there was nothing I could do cause the charges never stuck due to lack of evidence and he’s legally on the lease. We agreed he was to live in the fifth wheel on the property.
Easter weekend he got physical with me for the first time while heavily drunk. Ripping things out of my hands, preventing me from leaving forcibly, and taking and hiding my phone. He punched a coffee cup and it exploded, I got cut with the shards. I phoned the ministry that day and made a report. I told them I don’t feel safe and I fear for me and my children. Still nothing was done by this point. Out in the fifth wheel he was drinking and using almost constantly. He lost his second job due to his addiction issues and was burning through entire unemployment checks in 48 hours. I had enough of it so I cut off his accounts. This triggered a severe domino effect of events. That night he went into a full blown meltdown, kept trying to break into the house. I called the cops, nothing was done. My in laws came out and forced him to go stay with them. We had it set up for him to leave for a detox program, which he was trying very hard to get out of.
His usage got out of control over that following week, he kept changing the detox plans and harassing me. I got to a point where I got scared so I packed up the kids with literally the clothes on our back, and the dog. I had to leave in a mini motorcade of vehicles containing family and friends surrounding me cause he was tailing me. I took one highway while others lead him to believe I was going another direction. I drove 3 hours on the highway, by myself, for the first time in my life. I was terrified. I didn’t stop, got to the hotel and once checked in I hid my car in the back and shut off my phone. We didn’t leave for 2 whole days. No one knew where we were other than my sister in law. That Sunday night my phone in my hotel room rang, it was the RCMP. It was around 3 am and all they asked me is “is this Jordan? Are you safe? Are you somewhere he can’t find you” followed by “how many firearms are in your home?” Then the line went dead. I turned on my phone to ask family what was happening. He had broken into our home and had a complete meltdown when they wouldn’t tell him where I was. He trashed my house, smashed my tv, busted a dresser, all my lamps, all my make up. Threatened to go on a shooting spree if no one was going to tell him where I was. The cops came and seized all of our gun safes, he was leaving for treatment the following morning so the cops told him to either go or do jail time. My father in law wasn’t allowed to leave his side till he left. There’s a list of charges awaiting him when he is released.
It was a battle but he finally left for treatment. I’ve had no contact with him. The cops and my social worker told me if I had been home we would probably all be dead right now. He went into a drug induced psychosis with extreme paranoia and when he couldn’t find a source of money and knew he had no way out of going to treatment he lost it.
He’s been taken off my lease, lost rights to the kids until a year of proven sobriety, and I’ve had to apply for a protective order...but the legal system here is a joke and basically all they tell me to do is hide when he gets out and wait for him to cross a line and “the cops will get to the residence quickly cause he’s a dynamite red flag”. He’s left me and my children with 5 months of past due bills and no income on his end, and an entirely trashed home to come back to once he left.
The last month of my life doesn’t even feel real. I still don’t even know how to feel half the time. I’m still so hurt and scared and upset. I’m so sad for my kids that their father turned into this monster. Im also sad I probably get to live the rest of my life in fear.






















