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RockOn · 09-24-2014, 10:17 PM

It brought me joy to hear the elderly drug addict lady next door is moving away OCT 1st. Her brother took her car from her after an incident at the bank. She was strung out at the bank. The manager came out in the parking lot, talked to her long enough for the police to arrive. I am certain he knew how dangerous it would be for her and everyone else on the road if he allowed her to drive away. She was sent to an out of town treatment center without her relatives knowing what was happening. If she had not been an elderly person, the police would have arrested her. She only stayed 3 days. Her brother is having her put into an assisted living place. No more car for her. She is happy about it. I am too! It got way too scary a few times ... and annoying as hell other times. The week before the incident at the bank, she had me over there checking her front doorknob and lock 3 times. There was not a thing wrong with it except she forgot how to lock and unlock her front door in her stupor. I would have to repeat over and over again like I was instructing a 3-year old ... and she could never understand me. I think she always perceived me as her own personal handyman. I really did not mind going over and putting her bookcase together and other little things. But as her mind became more pickled, I did not want to be around her - much too frustrating. And I got tired of pulling up in the driveway, seeing her sprawled out on the ground... and having to go over there, pick her up and take her inside. If she was not moving away, I would still help her when she was on the ground. But YAY! Don't have to do it any more. I talked to her a bit after she was off the dope a few days. Told her she was a drug addict and that it would kill her. She does not think she is. She said those people in the treatment center were yelling and crazy. Also, hugged her and said she had nothing to be ashamed about because it was an illness like any other illness. Hugged her again and walked away.

Being around her, I was able to see my disease up close.
Will be forever thankful I chose sobriety around age 30.
That chit gets really messy - looking in a hurry!

*doing the happy wiggle butt stone butch dance now* LOL!

09-24-2014, 10:17 PM	#6088
RockOn Senior Member How Do You Identify?: sitting over there ----->>>>> :) Preferred Pronoun?: .... Relationship Status: .... Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: .... Posts: 3,522 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,081 Thanked 10,304 Times in 2,610 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	venting some ... you are forewarned It brought me joy to hear the elderly drug addict lady next door is moving away OCT 1st. Her brother took her car from her after an incident at the bank. She was strung out at the bank. The manager came out in the parking lot, talked to her long enough for the police to arrive. I am certain he knew how dangerous it would be for her and everyone else on the road if he allowed her to drive away. She was sent to an out of town treatment center without her relatives knowing what was happening. If she had not been an elderly person, the police would have arrested her. She only stayed 3 days. Her brother is having her put into an assisted living place. No more car for her. She is happy about it. I am too! It got way too scary a few times ... and annoying as hell other times. The week before the incident at the bank, she had me over there checking her front doorknob and lock 3 times. There was not a thing wrong with it except she forgot how to lock and unlock her front door in her stupor. I would have to repeat over and over again like I was instructing a 3-year old ... and she could never understand me. I think she always perceived me as her own personal handyman. I really did not mind going over and putting her bookcase together and other little things. But as her mind became more pickled, I did not want to be around her - much too frustrating. And I got tired of pulling up in the driveway, seeing her sprawled out on the ground... and having to go over there, pick her up and take her inside. If she was not moving away, I would still help her when she was on the ground. But YAY! Don't have to do it any more. I talked to her a bit after she was off the dope a few days. Told her she was a drug addict and that it would kill her. She does not think she is. She said those people in the treatment center were yelling and crazy. Also, hugged her and said she had nothing to be ashamed about because it was an illness like any other illness. Hugged her again and walked away. Being around her, I was able to see my disease up close. Will be forever thankful I chose sobriety around age 30. That chit gets really messy - looking in a hurry! doing the happy wiggle butt stone butch dance now LOL!