yeah, I know the feeling. I constantly got the "can I borrow 4 dollars so I can buy a can of dip" call from my brother..I never gave in..I may not know much about drugs, but i read the paper..One can score Heroin for 4$ in this area, from that moment on I began telling him I was too broke. It sucked because there were times when he was in need of more, he was unable to function, vomitting, and looking like death warmed over..I figured he could deal with it, watching him suffer like that was far better for me than having to attend his funeral due to his over dosing...I still talk to him, to this day..He knows I know, hell everyone knows. He made it known by revealing himself at a family party by going into the pool and everyone saw the tracts..I had known he was in trouble when I was 13 I found coke in his drawer...I knew that he was shooting up shit when he suddenly dropped from being a fat boy to being my size...Then I saw him carrying around his orange juice 24/7 (meth mixed)...No one in my family wanted to say anything and our parents were in complete denial. Claiming out loud "what they did not know would not hurt them"..I was so fucking pissed, here I am the baby sister the one who could not hang out with her brothers because they drank beer and smoked..Yet I was old enough to know the signs of his abuse, old enough to confront his stupid ass..He told me to mind my business and what not...It really did not sink into his skull until my oldest bro came home and pretty much assualted my brother and told him he will not fly up here for a funeral due to drugs...He said he would pull his body up,beat the shit out of him for hurting all of us, then re burry him and piss on his grave!!!!! That some what got through to him, although I am not 100% sure that he is clean..I do know that I have not seen any track marks since then, and he does not look as bad as he used to...I get in my moods where I get all depressed and worried. No one wants to lose the ones that they love, especially when they know that there is nothing they can do to prevent this shit....Then other times I want to write him off and tell him to fuck off, and some times I want to score some heroin for him, mess with it and give him an over dose so it can finally be over...It has been rough, but any way I look at it he will always be my brother that taught me to play hockey,that I used to beat up, and that was my closest friend when we were little..I looked up to him, I wanted desperatly to be like him and graduate with honors from high school....I was often at times jealous of him..Nothing made me happier than the day he called our mom abd told her his friend needed out patient help..Now I just pray daily that "his friend" will take the meds and keep clean for the sake of his own life...Someday I would like my kids to know they have an uncle..they know about him BUt I limit their contact with him....It is so fucking sad...feisty11975 said:I cut off all contact with that side of my family over a year ago. I know when my phone rings and its her, she wants something. Today, she wanted an ear tomorrow it'll be money for her light bill.
I dont mean to ramble, and i am sorry for you and your situation..It is not easy at all. I will pray for your family.