Man, your experience with those crack addicts really shines some light on my experience with my ex who was addicted to crack. There was a time when he would smoke, he wouldn't even let me leave the bedroom of our one bedroom apartment because he was utterly convinced that I was fucking someone else. He'd sober up for a few days, apologize, be real sweet, and then he'd get ahold of some cash somehow and it would start all over again.

The craziest night was on his birthday. I was 19 years old, hanging out with him and all these other totally spun out people, everyone was either freebasing heroin or hitting the crack pipe, except for me. I had only taken 2 hits of acid that I now think were not really acid, and so had my ex, on top of just a ridiculous amount of crack, since you know, it was his birthday. The night wears on and most of the drugs are gone. He was pacing around for hours, and every 5 minutes "oh god the cops are here I see the lights the cops are here." These two girls show up, trying to trade some xanex for some crack and he just loses his shit, digs through the kitchen until he finds a knife and bolts out the front door.

So there I am, 19, still half way tripping on 'acid', in a room full of totally fucked up 30+ year olds, it's 3am, and icy as fuck outside. I ask the guy who actually lives there if I should go after him and he's like I dunno, he's your boyfriend. So I walk outside, clearly not dressed for the weather, and walk around the block, it was so icy that I slipped and fell hard a few times. He was no where to be seen so I went back to the house to see if he had come back. Nope. So one of the girls that had brought the xanex offered to drive me around to try to find him. We get lost as shit, every car that drives by looks like a cop car to me, I'm freaking the fuck out, she's almost out of gas, she wants to pull over every 5 minutes to take a blast and every time we do we get even more lost, she just keeps telling me to take more xanex. Finally my ex calls me, pissed, wondering where the hell I am. He's back at the house. We finally make our way back there and my ex is just fucking livid "who did you fuck I know you fucked someone who did you fuck?" We finally manage to talk him into taking some xanex and he finally calms down some. We then all start drinking the keg that has been sitting there all night, since there are no drugs left. I get drunk beyond all comprehension and we have a threesome with his friend, which he completely facilitated, and then afterwards held it over both of our heads "I let you fuck my girlfriend" or "you whore you fucked my friend". More fucked up shit happened after that but that's the gist. I'm mostly just glad that it was the one and only time I ever experienced something like that and as was able to get out of that shit show of a relationship not long after that.