Living with an addict

This is my first post so I am going to start at the beginning.  It's been a long journey with many twists and turns along the way.  I unknowingly married an addict.  How do you unknowingly marry an addict?  I'm sure many of you are thinking this and it's a fair question.  I did not use drugs, never had, never hung out where people used drugs and was quite frankly scared to death of drugs.  A police officer visited my high school when I was growing up and told us he didn't know if marijuana would lead to other more dangerous drugs but he knew that every OD call he had ever worked the person started with marijuana so he said just don't try it and you won't have to worry about it.  I took that to heart and NEVER used drugs.  When I met my husband he told me he didn't smoke or do drugs.  He did occasionally drink a beer.  We were married over a year when I became pregnant and we planned so well that our daughter was born one day later than we originally planned her!!  While I was pregnant he started coming home late and then he wouldn't come home at all for 24-48 hours.  Money was disappearing out of our accounts.  We went to counseling and the counselor did ask me once if I thought he was doing drugs and I told him I didn't think so but I asked several of his close friends who didn't do drugs and was actually against them and they all said no so I figured he wasn't. When our daughter was born I had to have a C-section so I wasn't able to drive for two weeks and we stayed at my parents house so my mom could help me while my husband worked.  When we went back to our house he was staying out later and then not coming home.  When our daughter was 3 weeks old I packed his suitcase and had it ready when he returned.  I told him, I don't know what you're doing, if you have a girlfriend or what but I do know that I am not going to raise my baby like this.  He finally broke down and told me what was happening and that he was using drugs.  I immediately called the hospital treatment facility and we went over to talk to them.  This is when my education of living with an addict really began.