I’m exhausted

So a while ago I found some baggies in my husbands bag, and questioned him about it. I’m a former addict, and do not like having hard drugs in the house (I’m okay with weed). After some pressuring, he admitted he was selling coke to help pay our bills because his his business has been slow. I was pissed. Pissed that he brought drugs into our home that our three children live in. Even more pissed that he kept me in the dark.

Fast forward to this week. He’s been super weird. Coming home an hour after he actually gets off. I thought he was just having a beer at their job site before heading home…. Well, I’m doing laundry today and I found an empty baggie with white residue in his shorts. I give him a chance to confess, he tried to cover his ass by saying it was his “car shorts”. I gave him one more chance to confess. He ended up telling me that he got it from his friend for free…. 🙃 I’m livid. He told me that I have ZERO reasons to leave him.

Like I didn’t just find fucking drugs in my house.