Ivividly remember every detail of that life-changing night three years ago—the night my boyfriend told me he was an opioid addict, a secret he’d been hiding from me for months.
I felt blindsided; the moment was surreal. Shock and devastation overwhelmed me. Who was this person before me, the person I loved? What else was he hiding from me?
I had met him four months earlier at a bar in Petaluma. We were both a little tipsy, but there was something different about this drunk guy than others I’d met before him. We had our first official date a week later. “Love at first date” is how we’d later describe it.