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This story exposes the quiet, aching reality of loving someone in addiction — the blame you absorb, the emotional whiplash you learn to brace for, and the way you’re turned into the villain in storms you never created. While everyone else focuses on their struggle, you carry your own alone, judged for staying, misunderstood for caring, and slowly emptied by a love that keeps asking for more than you have. Support fades, friendships thin, and you’re left holding the weight of a relationship that costs you pieces of yourself. And yet, even through the chaos, you still see the human being underneath — the soul the world refuses to look for — and that truth keeps your heart open long after everyone else has turned away.
Loving someone in addiction means being punished
for your loyalty.
The world tells you to leave, then turns its back on you when you don’t.
They don’t see the nights you hold yourself together after being torn apart by someone who can’t see you through their own fog.
They don’t see the accusations, the doubt, the way their struggle paints you as the enemy in a story you’ve been breaking yourself to keep gentle.
They don’t see how you’re blamed for staying
and blamed for hurting and blamed for loving someone who is hurting themselves.
People distance themselves.
They call it “protecting their peace,” but it feels like abandonment stacked on top of abandonment.
You lose friends because they don’t understand why you stay.
You lose family because they think loyalty makes you weak.
You lose community because no one wants to stand close
to someone standing in the fire.
And still—you stay.
Not because you’re blind, not because you’re naive, but because you see the soul buried under the struggle even when no one else does.
The world isolates you for loving someone they’ve already given up on.
But you know the truth: your love is not the problem.
The silence around you is.
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