Once an addict…
I’m furious with my mother. I just found out she started using meth again; she owes her dealer over $1500; she stole money from her job and lost it at the casino; she stole and sold my digital camera and camcorder; she’s about to lose her job; and my grandpa is on the verge of kicking her out.
Meth… I hate that substance completely. She has been an addict my whole life. I was numb to it until recently. I’ve been contemplating cutting her out of my life, like I had to do with my father.
All of that is compounded by things I already knew and I am about to implode. She’s avoiding my calls. I’ve left her a couple voicemails, but she still hasn’t responded.
A few minutes ago I was talking with Erick about it and he suggested an intervention. Several members of my family have confronted her on their own, but maybe it will get through her thick skull if all of us do it at the same time. If that doesn’t work, she’s cut off.
I cannot let my sense of daughterly duty continue guilt-tripping me into enabling her. I guess this is what they call tough love. At this point, I’m uncertain who it is tougher on…






