Remember my brother, the heroin addict?
He left his family (wife and 5 year old son) to go to rehab and get better.
He came back after 6 months. I knew he was back, but honestly had no desire to talk to him.
Why? Because even after 6 months of rehab, I felt skeptical.
When I finally did speak to him, I still felt skeptical.
It’s always the same. He talks too fast and I feel like he’s trying to sell me a used car. Everything is just great and nothing is going to get in his way even though everything in his way is just the same as it was before he left. Same people, same problems, same everything. Sure, it’s doable when you are hundreds of miles away in the middle of Mexico rehabbing on a farm, but then you come back to the same crap marriage, the same crap neighborhood, and the same crap has a tendency to happen.
He’s been back for maybe a month…maybe…and today I find out he’s in jail. CRAP! For stealing I don’t know what, it doesn’t matter.
Same old crap.
I tell myself it no longer hurts and that I’m numb, but that numbness is a feeling in itself. So I write and share because I know I am not alone. I know that so many people have brothers or sisters or mothers or fathers that are addicts or maybe they themselves are the addict. Doesn’t matter, it’s just CRAP!
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