I don’t blame you. I was a bad addict and I was lucky to only lose one friendship, but it was my best friend. I was upset over it for years. I made amends, did all that. But I’m not even upset about it anymore. I know I was a mess, and not easy to be around.
One of the biggest reasons I hate addiction is because it’s one of those problems that actively hurts everyone in your life. It’s not just like you’re physically ill and your loved ones have to grieve over you. It’s more proactively nasty to prolly that care about you.
I don’t blame anyone that’s close with an addict for whatever decisions they have to do to protect their own mental health as well.
I don't have a lot of outlets for this, so I appreciate the engagement. I'm sober 15 years too, alcohol, and cocaine mostly. This was/is a best friends since we were 15, my running partner basically. He started doing heroin about 5 years ago, and it was such a bizarre, and loathsome thing, even with all my knowledge of sobriety, I just took my distance. Slowly and slowly he got worse, until he was doing it everyday and buying drugs on the street, living just bad. All kinds of recklessness, carrying a gun, smoking meth.
I had pretty much stopped being involved with him, but he got sober last summer, and we started hanging out again, trying to be positive influence, and it worked. Then he spiraled out into paranoia, because he had been secretly doing ketamine everyday for months, I had no idea. He's relapsed on heroin 4 times, and the last time I saw him, I almost put hands on him, because of all the lies. I can't really be a good friend to someone who won't be good to themselves. He thinks he can do every other drug he wants and live a normal life.