A while back I befriended a woman who was a recovering addict. I used to pay her to clean my house. She told me so many times that she couldn't believe "someone like me" would spend time and effort on "someone like her." She called me her mentor. The problem arose when she started stealing from me. After the first major incident, she apologized, returned what she stole and begged for another chance. So I gave her one. Eventually she stole something valuable and dropped off the radar. Well, lesson learned. So a few months ago she started trying to contact me on Facebook and begging for forgiveness and telling me she needed my influence in her life. I ignored every contact. Today, she died. Heart attack, which is probably code for overdose. I feel sort of guilty for ignoring her, but at the same time, I feel I protected myself from her lifestyle. I don't know... I guess I've come to the conclusion that people are not like kittens. If you take a person in, that person is likely to lie, steal, use you, and hurt you. I'm going to stick to rescuing animals from now on. Feeling like maybe you could have done something to save someone is too much of a burden.
"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing." --Benjamin Franklin
I'm sorry Becky! As a child of parents who were addicts it's natural to want to continue to rescue and give them chance after chance. But, as you know, in the end they have to help themselves. You are a good soul for trying!!