Mil is an “ex” addict but if you ask any of her family they’ll tell you she has never had a drug problem. I had a c section 2 weeks ago and was given oxy pills, I had only needed to take one so I knew exact how many were left. I also take anxiety medication.
I couldn’t find my pill bottle of anxiety meds the other day and when we came back home I noticed they were nicely placed on my nightstand. I know I’m sleep deprived but I’m not that sleep deprived so I thought this was weird. I check and I see there is a lot missing. I go to check my other meds which I had hidden behind stuff and I open the bottle and see there’s only one oxy pill left. I show my husband to confirm I’m not going insane and he tells me how my mil randomly told him she was in our room “looking for the cat” earlier while we were gone. No one told her I had these pain meds so she must of just been looking through our stuff hoping I was given something after my surgery because I even noticed our trash can where we keep our babies dirty diapers was knocked over. She dug through my daughter’s dirty diapers hoping to find my medication.
We set up our baby monitor the next day to record any movement in our room and then left for the whole day. She spam texted us the whole morning asking us when we will be back home. Finally we get a notification and we see her go back to get the last pill and pretty much my last anxiety meds but was generous enough to leave one for me. Wow thanks.
When I got home I realized she had replaced the oxy pills with these random pills that look scarily similar, google says they’re for copd? If I still was in a lot of pain I probably would’ve taken them without noticing and wondered why I’m still in pain.
I am so pissed and so is my husband, she’s been walking around the house high for the past couple of days and her family is convinced she “just has anxiety.” I don’t know how anxiety would make you stumble around in circles and sleep on the living room floor because you fell off the couch but okay. Luckily we can afford to move out we just need to find an apartment and pretend everything’s okay until then so we both don’t lose our shit while our baby is in the house. I don’t even let her look at our daughter now and once we are moved out I won’t ever even send her a photo of her let alone let her see her. She’s been high my husband’s whole life, putting him in danger a million times because she was unable to care for him while she’s high off her ass and we won’t let our daughter grow up with that.