It taste like bitter orange peels and bad vinegar. I’m trying to keep my cool. But the kid sis has a friend who I think is not a good influence. She has many actually. But I don’t like it when my kid is drug into melodrama due to others silly antics. I see my kid as getting in deeper and deeper problems due to the friends. Then I get over protective. I don’t want to start getting paranoid. But I really don’t like her friends. Yes, I’m glad she was there for a friend, but why? These people call her a goodie-two shoe, make her feel bad and badger her for not doing drugs and then run to her at any little glitch or over dose.
I am trying to be understanding and remember that I too was a person user and abuser when I was also a drug user and abuser. But I still get angry when stuff like this happens. There has to come a time when even a person like my kid sis has to say enough is enough. Isn’t there?
By being lucid and seeing how much energy my kid sis pours into her friends, I’m beginning to get a sinking feeling about how I abused my friends. I’m beginning to understand why some of them left. (plus, some of them came back when I got sober)
When stuff like this happens, I don’t see my kid sis like the 17 year old she is… I see something quiet different. I look at her and in my head I really do still clearly see this…
Then I get overprotective in a big way. If I think that someone is harming or taking advantage of this little kid… Then my understanding, patience and good will towards men starts to fade quickly.