I too brought a crack addict into my home. Thought I could help him. Supported him. Gave him some respectability. Made him a father. Brought him to church with me. Ditto on the toothbrush and the clean clothes. I supported him through his clean and using days in hopes that he would see the light and CHANGE.
He didn't. He's still the same crack addict. He prefers that lifestyle I guess. Far be it for me to fix him. Only person I really hurt or helped during that time of my life was me.
Reminds me of the saying, what do you get when you put lipstick on a pig.