For the past year and a half, I have been in love. I have had a few long term boyfriends, and he was my second live-in. It was the greatest relationship I have ever been in, we were perfect for each other. Neither of us smoked pot or drank. We dropped acid together a time or three. Did coke together once or twice. Did x twice. I had a thing for adderol. After becoming bored with all of these we settled on perc/vics and OCs for awhile. I was able to control myself, and remain recreational. He was not. He called me sobbing one day, saying he didn't know how to stop. I talked him down, and we agreed to quit completely. Forward about 8 months. He has been strange, he won't have sex with me, he lays in bed all day, can't hold a job, is never where he says he is, gets strange phone calls late at night, hides his history on our computer, and despite selling about $2000 worth of music equipment, never has enough for the bills. I assume he is cheating on me, and since we live together, and I need to know, I log his IM chats. It takes me about three hours to figure out what the problem was. He had started taking H about four months ago. He has terrible depression/anxiety, and instead of oh say, going to therapy or some such reasonable thing, he had started on OC again, then started shooting it up, and moved on to Heroine. He hid this from me for four months. He did not hide this from our roommate, or our best friend, neither of whom felt compelled to tell me what was going on. Before I found out about it, he had gone to his mum for help, (telling her he had a slight problem with vics left over from a recent medical problem where they were prescribed.) And had gotten meds and gotten clean. This was about a month ago, (his mother didn't tell me either.) Upon finding all of this out, (and getting through him trying to lie his way out of it) I kicked him out (to his mums) and called her to let her know what was actually going on. I am bloody fucking devastated. Not just the use, but the fact that he knew H was an end all drug for me, totally unacceptable. And primarily, that he lied, to my face, daily for four months. He would tell me he was going to take a shit, and go to the bathroom to shoot up, come upstairs and hug me like nothing had happened, What I suppose I want to know, is if anyone has ever been close with someone like this. And if once they were clean for a bit, they were 'themselves' again. I feel like I don't know this person he has become. I want to know if this is worth saving. I want it to be, I really, really do, but I have never known a junky, and I don't know if he will remain the lying, thieving (ATM withdraws from his mums credit card she gave him for food/gas/school stuff), lowlife he has become, or if there is hope for him.