Spend enough time with a full-fledged addict and the chaos becomes banal.

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What if a loved one, one of your ‘people,’ called you crying because their home was broken into, their locked bedroom door drilled open, and ‘someone’ stole most of the money and valuables inside? Or that their engagement ring was ‘mysteriously lost’ (read: pocketed and pawned) when they had to take it off their swollen finger after they broke their elbow? Or that they were threatened in their home with a knife by a raging bully because they wouldn’t give said bully (more) money?

Any of these would give you pause (and yes, all of these actually happened.) But if you live long enough in the wreck of an addict’s ruin, there’s a point in time — you won’t be able to put your finger on it — when chaos stops making your heart stop. It just becomes another inevitable skip on the broken record of your weeks.

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