If you type this simple sentence into Google, you will get a million and one different stories, primarily from women, about being in love with a person that needs more help than one can offer.
It's such a shame, countless lives ruined by such a substance, and what's the appeal? A few hours in the personality of someone else, someone that loved ones will grow to despise as they shout cruel, and horrid things at us; the people that love them more than anything.
There's so much on offer to help people that battle addiction, but where's the help centre for our addiction? Our addiction to a person that wants us to tolerate their habits on a good day, and drive us into the ground on a bad one? We are simply made to make a decision: put up and shut up, or walk away. It's never that easy, we are cursed with a soul desperately in love with a person that may never be able to fully love, trust, and commit back to us. So what do we do? What hope do we have of recovering from our addictions? Do we live in hope? Or are we secret masochists that get off on the absolute pain and hurt that we get thrown into our faces?
To be continued..
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