I had a friend whose daughter was a heroin addict and bulimic/anorexic. Before her daughter died, she moved home and my friend did everything in her power to keep her daughter alive. She had to cut her daughter’s toothbrushes in half to prevent her from using them to throw up with.
Every day her kid ate something was a victory. Every day they didn’t have to go to the ER was a victory. My friend confided in me that she prayed sometimes whether to help her daughter live or die.
My friend was no narc; in fact, I am sure that there were many people who were in contact with this woman who wished she were their parent. She was simply an amazing human being. And her kid was sadly an addict.
I don’t think that people appreciate the heartache that parenting an addict is to many parents; if you are at the point of renting a drug sniffing dog, chances are, your relationship is beside the point and you are just praying to keep your child alive.
