Mine occasionally used to take drugs and he'd feel terrible for about a week after (he also suffers from depression and the drugs didn't mix well with his medication). He'd never connect the fact that he'd feel terrible with the drug taking. He'd look at what was in front of him...usually me...and, rather predictably, I'd get D&D'd and then he'd finish by breaking up with me in fairly spectacular fashion.
We'd get back together (always me chasing him because I could see he was blaming me & I was frustated) and, of course, the next time he was going out & might be taking drugs, I'd suggest that perhaps it wasn't a good idea. And....I'd get told I was a nag, controlling, etc etc, D&D soon followed.
I couldn't win either way! However, he only seemed to be able to interact with people when he'd taken drugs. It was the only way he knew how to have a good time in company because he's shy, passive and just cannot talk to people.
It was the same when he'd been drinking. It always sparked off a spectacular D&D. Even if I wasn't around him for a week or so after, he'd engineer a way of seeing me (or so it felt) so that he could blame me for feeling bad and D&D me.
As well as that, I could see that it got to the stage where he felt the only control he had over anything in his life was over me. As soon as he'd D&D'd me, he'd walk off, whistling to himself, hangover/drugs comedown cured because he'd convinced himself that he'd got rid of the biggest problem in his life.
In the end, I'd dread him going out. Some of his most violent rages were in the days following a drinking session or a night out taking drugs.
I also thought that him taking drugs was very dangerous because of the comedown he would experience. If he could only feel happy when he had some coke inside of him, the rest of his life would feel a huge disappointment. I couldn't compete with the high that a line of coke gave him.
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