So my niece got involved with a guy we will call Ted. They were in a relationship for a few years. Ted, as it turns out, was an addict. As many addicts do, he hid it well for a while but as time went on he started in with the typical addict behavior. He would get angry at my niece, say and do abusive crap and then be all apologies the next day.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Ted was a pilot. He lost his job a few months ago. He lucked out in that the owner of the business let him go with out making him take a drug test, which would have ended any chance he had of flying again, and told him to get clean.
Ted went to live with his parents. Ted claimed that he was getting clean. Of course, he’d call my niece and half the time he was fine, the other half of the time he was a complete dick.
My advice to my niece, which took a few months to work up to it, was that she needed to go to Al-Anon and that the relationship had to end. See, other folks were telling her the same thing but did it straight out. “Hey Niece, he is a loser addict, you need to dump him. He isn’t good for you.” Of course, that is perfectly sane advice as long as you aren’t the one in love with the loser addict. If you are in love with the loser addict, hearing that generally makes you do the opposite.
So I talked to my niece (being a recovering alkie, I know a little about this), and slowly walked her to a place where she decided that the relationship was over until he proved that he as clean. We talked about what people say verses what people do (here is a big hint, people do what they mean. If they say one thing and do another, then they didn’t really believe what they said). We talked about trust. We talked about respect. We talked about helping without sacrificing your personal integrity. We talked about a whole bunch of stuff.
Ted and my niece were still talking. Ted said he was going to meetings. Ted was living with his parents and had no job so it appeared that getting drugs would be hard. Ted said all the right things. My niece sorta believed Ted was doing the right things and wanted Ted to do the right things. She hoped, even though I kept telling her that the odds were against it, that Ted would get healthy and they could resume their relationship.
Well, Ted overdosed and died.
The dumb fuck.
So my niece is now, obviously, totally inconsolable.
See, that is the nasty thing about addicts and alcoholics. Even when they die they leave a mess.
My niece did her damnedest to help Ted. And Ted ends up killing himself which, like the vast majority of things addicts do, hurts others deeply. My niece is blaming herself for Teds problems, which is totally unfair, yet that is the way Ted manipulated people during his addiction. That is the way addicts work. Ted killed himself through his own actions, yet others feel responsible.
So a hearty fuck you to Ted.
Slee