The most heartbreaking moments I
remember about the addict I once
cared about was how very grateful
she for having someone listen to
the horrifically improbable endless
stories. I felt like (actually knew) that
I was the last person in her 'former life'
that would give her the time of day. I felt
like I was the last strand of the last rope
that reminded her of her former middle
class existence-----whilst knowing the
truth ......that she was marooned in
this one way trip to hell.
I had always hoped that she never
suspected WHY I was moving the money
transfer closer and closer to the beginning
of each interaction.
I just didn't want to listen any more.