Oh Ginger you are so right. My son is 39 and a weed and crack addict. He’s spent 12 months in prison for robbery for drugs money, he’s been in rehab twice and relapsed. He begs in the town centre near to our home in front of passers by who know him and know his little family. My son looks disgusting. His flat (gorgeous when the rehab clinic set it up for him, fully furnished etc) is now a filthy hovel. I went inside a few months ago & felt physically sick at what I saw. He doesn’t look after himself and is skin and bone. He visits every now and again, has a shower and a meal and then leaves but not before asking for money and cigarettes which I refuse.
My husband (his step dad) and I have tried everything – bribery, pleading, shouting, lecturing. His natural father has disowned him and his older sister doesn’t want him anywhere near her 5 yr old, my darling grandson.
I will always love my son, I gave birth to him but I will not enable him and I detest the person he has become and the life he prefers to live. Drugs have claimed another prize. I pray one day he will say “enough” and change his life but I can’t put my own life on hold waiting for that day to come. Heartbreaking for the loved ones of all addicts but we must all try and stay strong. Sending love, x