@graceelli When I was 19, I met a boy who was a county lines drug dealer. He was 23. I was on my summer holidays from my first year at uni and I met him at a hospitality job. I fell for him instantly. His cheeky charm, the way he carried himself.
The feeling was mutual although we were different sides of the track - He came from a (very) rough family where few of them worked, I came from a fairly well off family and my dad was a policeman. That night, we went for a drink and he told me about how his mum had him running drugs at 13, how he was addicted to various substances, was in loads of debt, and was very open. This was all true, btw. We connected that night and I fell in love with him in weeks.
I used to want to protect him from the world - I remember him phoning me once at 2am because his mother was being abusive and he got on a train and came to stay with me for a week. He lived off me as he couldn't hold down a job because of his behaviour. I was with him through the weeks of no contact because he'd lost/sold his phone, the times he wouldn't speak to me because a dealer had threatened me because he owed him money.
This went on for 8 years, OP. But I loved him and I was determined I would fix him, and that the few words of love I got every few weeks was enough. I knew he loved me in his own way and I was willing to put everything below him. I like you had plans for us to move away from our families (my dad hated him, and his mother hated me) and start our lives away from everything. I had images of just me and him in our wee house wiht our children living our life.
What actually happened was by year 8 I had fucked up my uni degree, lost a lot of weight and had anxiety and depression, an addiction to alcohol, I slept with various men including people he knew in an attempt to try and goad him into cleaning his act up, and I lost most of my friends.
This was a long time ago and I'm now pretty settled, a new group of friends, a good job, and mentally and physically pretty well, that took a lot of work though (I'm now 30). I haven't been successful in holding down relationships with the damage he caused.
I hadn't spoken to him for a number of years (I flipped one night and just cut him off) and there was a time I couln't hear his name without crying. I used to stalk his social media for signs he was moving on. And slowly but surely,I moved on (I moved away, which was the start, and surely the pieces came back together).
I bumped into him in a train station and he is doing well, off the drugs, stopped dealing, has a lovely girlfriend and a house. He told me losing me was the best thing that ever happened to him as he learned he had to fix it himself. However, I will never heal and the damage is done forever.
You are young, so young, and however much you love this man, your job is not to fix him. Don't waste nearly 10 years like I did OP. There are millions of men in this world who will love you the way you deserve to be loved.
Walk. Before it's too late. And do not mistake the hurt and tears you will feel as an acknowledgement that its the wrong decision. It's OK to grieve what you thought you'd had. And don't jump into another relationship, either. I can't imagine you've spent a lot of time on yourself.
Do me a favour, even if you don't take this in. Answer me these questions
What do you love about him?
What do you love about yourself?
What do you want from your life?
What job would you like to do?
What would your friends say about you as a person?