
Originally Posted by
Blushy
My sister was my best friend until several years ago when she moved in with me to kick heroin. It started off as a blast. I took care of her through her withdrawal symptoms; we partied all the time and were in a couple of bands together; we made each other laugh even at the worst of times. Then she started to relapse, she got all lame, our relationship turned into a painful series of lies and avoidances, and then she finally skipped town with her fucked-up, weird-as-shit, enabling boyfriend.
She's doing much better now; we're on friendly terms, and chat occasionally, but it kills me that I will never have my fucking awesome sister back the way she was before.
I'm so sorry, man. I wish I could give you some hopeful advice. You just have to wish for the best and be happy for her if she starts to get better, whether things ever get back to how they were before or not. If it helps to rage against the world at someone, feel free to send me some PMs; I'll understand.