Another friend, another addict. After years of broken hearts and smashed promises, I am finally learning my lesson. I made a new friend - no easy feat at my age - and wouldn't you know it? He's a drug addict. He is also smart, intelligent (A journalism degree!), funny, loves his wife and son, a great conversationalist, and we became fast friends.
It's only been a short while. But I FINALLY am recognizing the signs in ME. I came by my codependency issues honestly; I learned them from my mother. But through therapy, LOT'S of self-help books, and a few too many episodes of Dr. Phil., I am finally seeing the light.
Last night, after yet another drama filled night of long texts, and another failed stint at detox, I have decided to cut my losses.
He'll be angry, and hate me for a little while. But maybe he'll finally hit bottom,and I wont have to go to another senseless funeral.