I found that when things were really, really bad in my house, I drifted apart from all my old friends. I started avoiding them because I got tired of hearing them say, "Why don't you get rid of that bum!?!" And they started avoiding me because they got tired of hearing about all that awful, scary, negative stuff I was living with and watching me not do anything about it.
They watched me get sucked into HIS addiction....they could see I was drowning, but they were powerless to help me. Does this sound familiar? I was doing to them what the addict was doing to me. Talk about a vicious cycle!
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