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Originally Posted by 170starting
My sister (an avid IV drug user, heroin, Oxy, etc) was in a car accident May 7th. She said she "fell asleep at the wheel." She was ok but my mother's car is totaled (The VW Beetle that she has had since I was in 8th grade - I am almost 27). When I saw my sister that morning (My mom
called me at 3 am so we went over there) she looked high as a kite. Of
course my mother was totally oblivious, but I can spot it from a mile away - her pupils were so dilated that she looked like a cartoon character. The next day, my mom went to check her bank account and noticed that over $900.00 was missing. My sister and I are the only ones who know the PIN to that card... since I didn’t take it,it falls on her. Of course my sister denied it completely and said that someone probably hacked into the Navy Fed account... but no, someone used the ATM card at 3 different machines in the county - with the PIN. Police were looking into it.
Well, my mom called last Friday and told me that my sister confessed to
taking the money after a cop saw her on the surveillance and showed up at my sister's house...
What my mom said next shocked me and will haunt me for the rest of my days. My sister was in the Hospital. She took 40 Ambien and then slit her wrists.
That was last week. Since then she has been released from the hospital. She has had a serious drug problem for years and I cannot take anymore. Her drug use really started when her husband (who was in the Navy) commited suicide. The Navy gave her $600,000. That was 3 years ago. EVERY DIME of that money is gone. Her daughters (who my parents now have custody of) have nothing for their future. All because she made the decision to put that needle in her arm.
I feel your pain. My brother is a drug user. It kills me. My mom finally said that she had enough and is not allowing him in the house anymore.
At one point in time he had a wife, 3 beautiful kids and a wonderful house. Now not so much. She divorced him. He hardly ever sees his kids and that is what hurts me the most. How can he not see his kids.
Anyway I could tell you all some horror stories about my brother and his drug problem. I wont tell them all because that would take up about 50 posts on here.
Story 1: When I was a little girl around 12 or 13 my brother had just began getting into drugs and alcohol. He would find happiness in coming in to my room (After one of his for a lack of a better word binge) and jump up on my bed, wake up me then proceed to try and hit me.
Story 2: Imagine getting a phone call from your brother and him barely being able to speak because he is so high on drugs. We didn't know where he was, who he was with or anything.
My number one fear is that he will die and my family wont know anything about it.