Happy Birthday

Today my brother turns 27.  I honestly don’t care that it’s his birthday.  Thinking back I haven’t celebrating his birthday with him in over five years.  It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long.

He’s 27 and he has spent the last five years putting a needle in his arm.  He has spent the last five years stealing thousands upon thousands of dollars from anyone and everyone he knows.  The last five years lying, cheating, and who knows what else.  Heroin addicts aren’t really the poster boys for good are they now?

I am so sick of his bullshit.  I am so sick of my dad enabling him.  I am so sick of the fucking lies he tells to everyone.  I am so sick of everyone believing him.

He is a liar.  He will do anything for the poppy.  Anything.  Every word he speaks is a lie.  It is a way for him to figure out the next way he can get high.  He doesn’t want to get clean.  He doesn’t give a shit who he hurts or steps on.  He is a 27-year-old monster.

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4 thoughts on “Happy Birthday”

  1. I am sorry to hear about the pain you are going through. I also have a 37 year old brother who is addicted to heroin. It breaks my heart knowing my brother is homeless and addict but I am trying to let go. I love him but I am helpless. Hang in there, there is hope I have seen addicts turn their lives around, even though they need help they have to want the help. Take Care.

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  2. I am in the exact same situation as you with my brother in law, how are things lately ? I pray for changes….It’s like reading my own blog. I don’t know what to do.

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  3. This is what I’m afraid of with my own brother. I feel for you. I’ve had a problem with opiates in the past and see the same behavior in him after a car crash resulted in him getting a script. I don’t know if it’s possible to help him before he gets hurt and hurts everyone he knows.

    Junk is like a fire that burns you indirectly. It changes the way you think in such a subtle and cunning way that moderation tends to go out the window. It can quickly becomes the most important thing in your life. This stuff is poison for the soul.

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