Crack addict boyfriend update
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The Boyfriend returned home last Tuesday.
His crack addiction seems cured.
Since there was no inpatient treatment available he spent almost four weeks at friend's house. He had no money nor car. Likely this did him as much good as sitting in a rehab center weaving baskets and engaging in group chattering (aka therapy).
From our phone conversations I'd say his addiction passed within a few days.
The Boyfriend's relationship with drugs is a mite peculiar. He treats the gallimaufry of intoxicants he's used like friends. Until they betray him. Once a drug hurts him he's off it.
A drug's harm is relative. The Boyfriend is the only person I've known who should not use marijuana. I've had friends who earned their PhD's toking every waking hour. Back when TB used pot often he'd go off into hypomania. Some night's he'd dig up the garden to no purpose, paint the door pink, or … well the catalog is huge.
When I finally realized it was the pot and not an inherent bipolar nature and he smoked less often his nightly insanity abated greatly.
But he had to overindulge in Percocets and heroin until each almost killed him (with literal minutes to spare) before he abandoned them.
Partly because he's suffered mightily from genuine pain but also I think for reasons that I've never discerned he thinks of drugs as his friends. I entertained myself when young with many a recreational drug. Got what I could, then got bored and quit. I don't know where he stands in this way.
Well, he knows I won't tolerate one more foolish drug episode. For now I give him no money, he has nothing left to pawn. Should he be idiot enough to get credit from one of Northgate Park's abundant drug dealers I shan't be rescuing him from their collection agents.
Sadly now that he is back and clean I just don't much care.