I think it's no surprise to anyone that families fuction in a uniquely dysfunctional way, and that there are ugly secrets behind every seemingly functional family. Mine is no different. In the recent past (last year or so), my sister has continued a downward spiral into drug abuse and psychotic behavior. When it really started to get the worst, she decided that she would go and get pregnant because she needed someone who loved her.
She got pregnant while on drugs (enough to kill an elephant at that) and miscarried several times. She finally got pregnant the last time, and it stuck. Instead of deciding to quit taking the drugs, or get some kind of help, she continued on, business as usual, getting high.
She landed herself in jail (again) while she was 3 months pregnant. She then admitted to the drugs use of cocaine, oxycontin, xanax, and aderall, daily, mind you. She had it in her head that everyone wanted her to have an abortion and that she wouldn't be able to hold the pregnancy anyway, why not keep getting high?
Flash forward another 6 months, and the baby is born. 3lb 11oz, and tested positive for narcotics. The crazy behavior gets more irradic. She hands her oldest son off to his dad and visits him sporadicly. She continues the drugs use, along with the stealing to pay for her habit, and the lying about everything. She and her husband "borrow" money to pay bills that never get paid. They pawn anything they can get their hands on. They totally destroy a house they lived in rent free for 3 years. (The one that I am remodeling now -- See pics.)
Now flash forward another 11 months. Her son came here after school yesterday so he could have dinner with his mom. I'm feeding the little one when he blurts out "my mom developed a nervous tick the other day. her head started jerking like this" and began ticking his head back, just like she does when she's high.
*Heavy heart*
We thought that maybe, just maybe, her kids could save her. We were wrong...