Debbie Nathan
When the couple met in 2005, Emily was a methamphetamine addict, living in a suburb near Phoenix. She was in her early 20s and could barely hold a job, but when she was high she thought she was the cleverest, most beautiful woman in the world. Her previous boyfriends, also addicts, agreed with her. Gordo didn’t. He “would tell me I was a fucking idiot for doing drugs,” Emily recalled recently.
She tried to deceive him about her habit. “I would wait until he was fast asleep before I crept out to the living room to get high,” she has written. “I would smoke bowl after bowl, hiding behind the couch. I would slip into bed an hour or so before I thought he would wake up and sing songs to myself in my head and make plans to be a famous something or other.”
But Gordo wasn’t stupid, and Emily “decided that it was his fault that I couldn’t stop using.” She left him for a few days and woke up one morning knowing something had changed. She grabbed a pen, picked up a calendar – printed with an image of the Virgin Mary – and drew an X on that day’s date. It was the day she decided to stop using drugs, and she has ever since been clean. She credits Gordo for saving her life then, though he barely spoke English and she hardly knew Spanish. They were married in 2007.
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