My grandmother used to drink pills for headaches, the pain killers would give her heartburn, and then she would take pills for that, and after a while we started switching her pain killers with vitamins.
She lived to be 91. She passed away this year.
I take painkillers to make me happy, along with antihestimine. So does my sister. My dad lives on sleeping pills and painkillers. My mom, not at all. She hates pills.
My cousin started using all kinds of drugs when she was in highschool. She did heroin, cocaine, marijuana, acid, ecstassy, and all the inbetweeners. She got pregnant 12 years ago. When her baby boy was a few months old, she went on a drug binge. I woke up with the sounds of screams coming from the street.
She has always been messed up. My dad met her when she was 8 or something. She would rule the house with her moodswings. She didn't want to go to school, although she finished highschool.
Her mom, my aunt, has the same level of dishonesty as my cousin. She stole money from the bank, my dad was the forensic investigator at the bank, and he had to have a talk with her about the money she stole. No arrest made though. About 15 years ago, she and my cousin packed up and moved to the otherside of the country, after a man, that didn't want anything to do with my aunt or her carbon copy.
5 Years ago, just before I went to America, our whole family had an intervention with the druggy cousin. My uncle paid a truck load of money to send her to the best rehab center, and after 2 days, my braindammaged aunt bailed her out, because my aunt couldn't cope.
If I say she has braindamage, I'm not being nasty. Well, actually I am, but that's not the point. She had a brain annurism about 8 years ago, she had to go for brain surgery, and in rehab she pulled out the pipes in her head that were supposed to drain the fluids from her brain, so, obviously the fluids in her brain damaged her brain.
My aunt was addicted to slimming tablets at that stage. After the surgery, she told my mom that my cousin uses heroin to lose weight.
Coming back to the present. My cousin was diagnosed with psycosis when she went to rehab. She hasn't worked in a year. My aunt can't work, then again, she doesn't have to, she is 67 or something. She should be enjoying retirement. Not that she has money left, she spent her whole pension fund on debt.
They got evicted for the millionth time last night. My nephew moved in with us. My aunt is going to live with my uncle, and only time will tell what is going to happen to my cousin.
My nephew is too old to be rehabilitated. Growing up with a dysfunctional mother and grandmother shows. He is dishonest, he is already a career criminal, and his psyce is quistionable. Children can be rehabilitated up to the age of 5 years and 6 months. He "bought" a cell phone from a kid at school. He picked up money and claimed it, and when the owner noticed he had dropped it, my nephew stuck to h
My dad will set him straight. Having an 11 year old in the house isn't a blessing really, my parents want to retire in a few years.
But hey! At least I got a child to look after again. I really want kids, but this one... Not really.
I'm going to go and look for a silver lining now.
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