He's not her problem. But she loved him once. She can still make a difference in how she leaves. She doesn't HAVE to--and doing that doesn't make her a better person than not doing that. But she has the opportunity, if she chooses, is what I'm saying.

Yep, I planned on letting him know the real reason, but only after I'm completely moved. I don't want to risk any more drama until I'm long gone! But yes he needs to know the truth. His mom and older brother already know, I had a talk with them too. He is moving back in with his mom temporarily so she will finally get a chance to see how bad off he is.

Wow, that is really impressive, MSD. I completed two years of pharmacy school and then I had an epiphany and quit. I loathed it! My grades were stellar and I could've gone all the way, but in my soul, I knew it wasn't the right career path for me. So now I'm going back to become an Occupational Therapist, which is obviously a lower paying path, but much more rewarding for me. I have been working with a quadriplegic patient for some time now and I really enjoy what I do and I'm GOOD at it. At first I was worried that I wouldn't be loved or valued if I chose a lower paying path because both my parents are very successful and wealthy - but on the contrary, they only want me to be happy. I'm getting misty eyed just thinking about how wonderful they have been over the past few years!

Yes, but that may not make a difference to an active alcoholic/addict at the moment. The idea that it has to be spoken to be effective, is that once the active alcoholic comes to the realization himself, is when it makes the difference. It is the whole reason that interventions are created in the method and meticulousness that they are.

From what I've encountered hearing in the rooms, up until that moment, it doesn't matter at all. It just gets filed under, "I'll take the poison and hope you die."

Yeah I'm pretty sure it will fall on deaf ears, as he already knows how I feel on the issue but I'll probably say it again anyway after everything is packed and moved. The other night when we had our talk about moving out, he confided that his opiate addiction is out-of-control and that he is spending close to $1000 a month on painkillers. He hasn't told anybody else except me because he says I'm his "best friend." (Yeah, right) But I reinforced how that is one scary addiction and it will be a fucking BEAR of a habit to kick. He says it's been going on for the past year and he kept it hidden from me because he knew I wouldn't like it.

Said the reason he has been drinking so much is because he hasn't been able to get his pills lately (can't afford them and can't find them) so he uses alcohol to numb the withdrawal symptoms. What a fucking mess. I told him I would support him if he ever decided to get help but until then there is nothing I can do, except move on and let him hit rock bottom, which he will. By that time I probably won't even be in his life. I can't tell you how thankful I am that I'm getting out now, before it really gets bad. May sound selfish, but the only person I need to look out for right now is ME.

opiate withdrawal sucks balls.

good luck to you, and to him.

Thanks, Cynthetiq..

It almost goes without saying, but congratulations on being so strong. Lots of people don't get out.

Thanks, bastid. :)