My wife met me in the middle of my cocaine addiction, so she had somewhat of an idea what she was getting into. The first time I went to rehab was because she finally had enough, and gave me an ultimatum, either rehab, or divorce. This was the reason why she had enough . We were hosting her family reunion. She has a big Venezuelan family. She was cooking for over 30 different cousins, aunts, and uncles, she was doing this all by herself and all I had to do was the grocery shopping in the morning. She told her entire family to come at 6pm when dinner will be served. She sent me to Shop Rite at 9 in the morning with $400, I drove there. I came back,12 hours later, out of my mind, in a cab, with the cab driver because I didn’t have cab fare, and all I had from Shop Rite was a box of straws, that were all cut in thirds, and 8 little baggies that had remnants of white powder that I insisted was salt for seasoning.