After his first overdose, my husband promised it wouldn’t happen again. I believed him

The first time I saved my husband’s life, his face was the color of saturated denim. I found him curled on the floor, body fighting itself. Limbs constricted, shoulders twitching, he snorted desperately as his lungs gasped for oxygen. I yelled his name, shook his arm, slapped his face. The sputtering sound came less often, … Continue reading After his first overdose, my husband promised it wouldn’t happen again. I believed him