Sisters Perspective

 

This little poem has been shared by many people on my Facebook, and its hard to read for those affected by addiction, but it is very true.  I have not seen my brother since Luke's birthday party in early May after I became curious as to why he disappeared in the middle of the party, came back, and spent an additional 20 minutes in my bathroom.  I discovered q-tips with the ends cut off in my garbage can... I had no idea what it was for, but after I googled it, I was disgusted.  Shortly after that he did many more horrible things to family members and went into rehab again, then got out of rehab and continues with the same old tricks.  If he put as much effort into rebuilding his life as he does into manipulation, lying and stealing, I bet he could do amazing things, but instead, he's always looking for a new angle in which to get away with a scam without being caught. 

I have chosen to dissolve the relationship that I had with him, and the one that he had with my boys.  I felt that it was in the best interests of my family to just stay away, and I have no regrets for the decisions that Kyle and I have made.  I do not appreciate the company that he keeps, nor do I approve of what he does, and if my husband is ever alone with him, I am not so sure that Mitch would make it out alive.  Some people think that I am cruel to keep my kids from him, they say that he is "family" and that we should always stick together.  Well, your opinion is your own, but my job is to protect my children and I am doing what I believe is best.  He has destroyed a once, close family.  He has torn them all in different directions, and I give it another couple months before he self destructs again, but this time, were not going to be around to see it, and I am not going to have to explain to my kids why their uncle has to go away for a while - right now, he is out of sight and out of mind.   Does it hurt?  Of course it does... its sad, ugly, disappointing, hurtful, and disgusting... but I have come to the conclusion that I cannot help, no one can but him.  So, he's on his own... well not really, he has found someone else to manipulate into taking care of him... 

but anyways, here is the poem... so sad, but tis so true.

I destroy homes, tear families apart,

take your children, and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold,

the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold,

and if you need me, remember I'm easily found.

I live all around you, in schools and in town.

I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.

My power is awesome; try me you'll see, but if you do, you may never break... free.

Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie. You do what you have to just to get high.

The crimes you'll commit, for my narcotic charms will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.

You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad

When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised, I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.

I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I'll be with you always, right by your side.

You'll give up everything your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give.  When I'm finished with you you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned this is no game.  If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.

I'll ravish your body; I'll control your mind.  I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed, the voices you'll hear from inside your head,

the sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see; I want you to know, these are all gifts from me,

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.

You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, but you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen. Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.

You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master; you will be my slave,  I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?  Will you try me or not? Its all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell. Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.