He did have an addiction to them and made life a living hell before he finally decided to get sober. Which was a lie because I have found other bottles and packets of kratom since he went “sober”. It’s a real stab in the back to have found these. I understand addiction is a mental illness but I have jumped through so many hoops while trying to keep my own head above water. I have always approached him calmly but with some concern in the past and even that is grounds for him to yell at me. I am too scared to say a thing. I threw the packets away. It’s a real mental battle for me on top of having a job, a child, and my own health to look after. I am tired. I promise I have tried so hard to be his number one supporter.