Angie......vent away!
That's HALF of what SR is for.
I always try to find analogies for things---it helps me think.
Normies and addicts are NEVER going to get along,unless someone
capitulates.
(any chance it could ever be the addict!?!?No way in he77!!!!!)
Pounding sand.That's always a good one.It absorbs your energy,
exhausts you,and accomplishes nothing.
In fact--- it's probably the BEST simple analogy for dealing with
addiction----and why I couldn't do it any more.
I think about going up & down the beach,dissipating my energy,
POUNDING SAND.Getting nowhere.Accomplishing nothing.After a day/month/
year of that .....you are just a day/month/year older with nothing to show for
it.Even the ridiculous 'divots' in the sand wash away with the tide every few hours.
Meanwhile,you see others around you using their sledges to pound stakes,
do productive work,building stuff.Just as tired as you and I at the end of the day but
with one huge difference....
(something to show for it)
I busted my tail for an oxy/perc addict.Nothing worked.Nothing helped.She found
an equilibrium a half inch above rock bottom----kept off the street by other addicts who
enjoy having her as a live-in slave.......completely powerless.
The time came for me to accept her life choice---and separate my life from it.
Truth is,it hurt,and probably will for awhile.But in time,the hurt will fade.....and life will
go on.
What I won't miss is that dull thud of wasted energy as sledge meets sand....the
sound of my care,resources,and goodwill being dissipated to the wind.I felt
sadness,disappointment,suffering,dashed hopes,and futility.
She felt ........nothing.
No one reading these words on SR is immortal.All of our lives are
finite.My takeaway from this course of study is to let the WAVES do the pounding of
sand on the shore.....
..I've got better things to do.