It depends on what the situation was.
If we had kids I’d give up or if drugs were becoming a major problem in our relationship because we/i couldn’t afford it, I was being horrible because of it and messing everything up because I’d lost my control.
I had really horrible ex who told me to quit when I moved in with him. I’d been living in a house of drug users dealing so to start with I saw it as him supporting me but it quickly became apparent it was actually about control. I surrendered it all to him and did no drugs, didn’t choose my own clothes (I held stuff up and let him plan my outfit), didn’t cook my own food and took endless bullying off him and some violence. In the end I started lying about where I was and what I was doing but I’ve always been shit at self restraint and lying so I’d get caught and we’d have huge arguments about how ‘he was protecting me from myself’. I particularly remember him shouting at me because I made toast in the grill pilled up for my mate and we were playing with my little ponys we’d bought while we waited for it to cook and it burnt and woke him up and he went mental. He was horrible though and he used to do coke sometimes the hypocrite.
The whole thing was totally stupid.
I barely take drugs anymore, I’ve done them once since September which was at my own house party and I have full control. I know my limits, my budget, etc and if I had a boyfriend I wouldn’t even talk about it with him because it would be none of his business. I’d only intervene if he got out of hand and I’d expect the same from a bloke. I’m not a lapdog.
