We will help you get your mom off drugs!

I’ve been friends with a girl I’ve known since 6th grade. Up until about 4 years ago. I could only have ranted and raved about her. She fed me lunches when my mom was abusive and starving me as a child. She listened to years of my bs and was always there, always kind and always sharing. And I reciprocated the same to her. We were truly equal and good friends and it was a healthy relationship, but we were kids.

Once out of high school, she went to college 4 hours away and I had a baby. So our lives went in different paths but we talked on the phone every week at least, im’ed all the time on the computer and I went to visit her and she always made time for me when she came back home.

After her 4 years of college she moved back to our hometown and she was ready for other things in her life and me too…like dating and getting married. We were both single and ready to mingle. Well I found someone though other friends and we got very serious to the point of being engaged for a while. That is when the trouble started. She was still hitting the bars all weekend long and trying to find the love of her life and I’d found mine at the time. And I couldn’t hit the bars with her and she didn’t seem to want to do other things. It was a priority she had and I was being left out and I got mad with her and quit talking to her for a year. She wanted nothing to do with my new life b/c it was boring to her. And she wanted her bar friend back for the weekends.
So she found new bar friends that led her to other things like pot and eventually a bad boyfriend that was a meth lab cooker at 15, used herion, coke, etc.

He got her into pot and coke. She does only pot now but she drinks very heavily and they live in crack alley. (we obviously started talking again because I missed her and our friendship and my engagment ended) So I would still even try to go to her home and spend time with her hoping I could help or just to check and see how she was doing and she almost dragged me down to their level. I finally just told her that I wasn’t comfortable at her new house and that I’d still love to be her friend but we’ll have to meet up somewhere else other than there and I’d like it to be just us two and not her cracked out boyfriend. Who we all still suspect is using coke. She is blind to him and his faults and her life has become a s*it hole due to her own bad choices and being with him.

She has since only talked to me though myspace comments once a month. I’m now married of 2 months. I have a 6 year old child and I can’t figure out if the friend I once loved and couldn’t imagine not having is gone forever and if I should say see you later one last time. Or is it worth staying in the background in case she needs me and accept the fact she is never there for me, never sees me anymore and is only out for her and her boyfriends gain?

Any thoughts guys? I could really use this. We’re 26 years old now.

And if your opinion is that I should end this and say adios…what are your suggestions on how to do it other than saying you’re a drug addict, etc. and I’ve got to go? Thanks to who reads this.

My best friend shelby and i have been best friends and lived next door to eachother for about 4 years we practically lived with eachother her mom was my mom my mom was hers. Her mom was always a great person she loved everyone always wanted to help she was really strong on her beliefs she always wore skirts and she was very christian and loving. They moved a few months ago and i havn’t been able to see them that much. I talked to shelby a few weeks ago and told me her mom was in the hospital for depresion. I was really worried about her so much. Also Shelby’s Drug Addict uncle is living with them (i dont know why). I called alot and they never answered. I called today and Shelby said that her mom pierced her nose and her navel and is wearing pants. I am really worried and sad that my second mom is not herself and im thinking maybe her drug addict brother is being a bad example for her and i am really worried what should i do?

I’m fairly sure I have what’s called “exercise bulimia”. I exercise like crazy because I want to lose weight, but I find myself bingeing. A LOT. A guy would be surprised at how much I eat. Just the other day I had a 7 lb binge.

I went to the pharmacist and asked for an emetic. They picked that I was bulimic, but I wanted to deny that I was bulimic, so I told them that it doesn’t happen all the time (my bingeing), but that I had a 7 lb binge the day before, and I told them that I am a medical student, and that I felt that my binge was a medical emergency because I could not purge the sheer mass of food, and was in pain for the next 12 hours. I also threw in some crap about it being bad for my insulin levels and some other scientific crap like that… and they bought it, and (slightly reluctantly), sold me the emetic.

I boasted to my friends that I managed to buy an emetic. When my friend asked me point blank whether I am bulimic, I denied it.

I boasted that “I eat like a whale”. And I said “I think it runs in my family” (Which is true.)

I suspect that I may be bulimic. Just based on the sheer amount of food I eat, and the fact that I exercise so much.

However, large appetites, (and I mean voracious,) run in my family. Atheletism also runs in the family — my dad was a swimmer and high-jumper, and my mom was Sportswoman of the year in University (’nuff said).

Although I want to lose weight, I am confused as to whether I have an eating disorder.

I grew up exercising a lot (as I was in Cross Country AND Track and Field and one of the better runners, so I always did more than the other girls in the team, could always go further), and then when I went home, I would eat the most at the table. I just could.

I don’t have a particularly high metabolism, at least I don’t think so, because when I am not exercsing, I can eat almosst nothing in a day, and, eating less than my friends, I am still not as thin as them. Not as thin as some girls who eat a lot but are still rail thin.

I am so CONFUSED! Do I have an eating disorder?

I’m fairly sure I have what’s called “exercise bulimia”. I exercise like crazy because I want to lose weight, but I find myself bingeing. A LOT. A guy would be surprised at how much I eat. Just the other day I had a 7 lb binge.

I went to the pharmacist and asked for an emetic. They picked that I was bulimic, but I wanted to deny that I was bulimic, so I told them that it doesn’t happen all the time (my bingeing), but that I had a 7 lb binge the day before, and I told them that I am a medical student, and that I felt that my binge was a medical emergency because I could not purge the sheer mass of food, and was in pain for the next 12 hours. I also threw in some crap about it being bad for my insulin levels and some other scientific crap like that… and they bought it, and (slightly reluctantly), sold me the emetic.

I boasted to my friends that I managed to buy an emetic. When my friend asked me point blank whether I am bulimic, I denied it.

I boasted that “I eat like a whale”. And I said “I think it runs in my family” (Which is true.)

I suspect that I may be bulimic. Just based on the sheer amount of food I eat, and the fact that I exercise so much.

However, large appetites, (and I mean voracious,) run in my family. Atheletism also runs in the family — my dad was a swimmer and high-jumper, and my mom was Sportswoman of the year in University (’nuff said).

Although I want to lose weight, I am confused as to whether I have an eating disorder.

I grew up exercising a lot (as I was in Cross Country AND Track and Field and one of the better runners, so I always did more than the other girls in the team, could always go further), and then when I went home, I would eat the most at the table. I just could.

I don’t have a particularly high metabolism, at least I don’t think so, because when I am not exercsing, I can eat almosst nothing in a day, and, eating less than my friends, I am still not as thin as them. Not as thin as some girls who eat a lot but are still rail thin.

I am so CONFUSED! Do I have an eating disorder?

my bestfriends mom said she would because she doesnt think my moms a good mother
my mom has been married 4 time, she just got a divorse this summer, not has a new boyfriend we have to live with,
earlier this year she was NVR home
she relapsed for alcoholism this year
she doesnt like to take her bi polar medicine
she allllwwwaaayyysss ignores me now that she has a new boyfriend
and i am just allways sad:/ like she makes me feel horrible

how would i go about doing this, i know my mom would not want someone to adopt me, but my friends mom is willing,
my aunt also doesnt think my mom is putting me in a good envirorment
would i need my moms consent to get adopted?
pls help me

my bestfriends mom said she would because she doesnt think my moms a good mother
my mom has been married 4 time, she just got a divorse this summer, not has a new boyfriend we have to live with,
earlier this year she was NVR home
she relapsed for alcoholism this year
she doesnt like to take her bi polar medicine
she allllwwwaaayyysss ignores me now that she has a new boyfriend
and i am just allways sad:/ like she makes me feel horrible

how would i go about doing this, i know my mom would not want someone to adopt me, but my friends mom is willing,
my aunt also doesnt think my mom is putting me in a good envirorment
would i need my moms consent to get adopted?
pls help me

how do i even do this, where do i go to start this adoption
shes also has hit me

She says…

Ok, well, my fiance Patrick is an independent singer, and I’m his vocal coach. About a week and a half ago, Patrick started hanging out with this guy Nathaniel who records at the same studio as us. He’s 22, Patrick’s 26, and I’m 25. Well, Patrick’s invited him along to a couple parties and lunch with us, and just basically hanging out with him quite a bit. Well, at first, I found Nathaniel very irritating. He’s really over dramatic, and a bit overemotional… I brought it up a couple of days ago with Patrick saying, “I know you’re friends with him, but he’s a little… over dramatic and everything… He’s nice and everything, but you see it too, right?” and Patrick agreed, but he explained to me that up until about 2 years ago, Nathaniel had a really hard past… his mom was addicted to drugs and died, and he moved from family member to family member, but he seemed to lose everyone he loved. I feel really bad for kind of being on edge around him, and I can see how Patrick can put aside the over dramatic side of him, knowing his past. He came along with Patrick and I again at lunch today, and I realized how nice he actually is… I was also much nicer and I wasn’t on edge with him at all. I still feel really bad, though. I mean, I wasn’t “mean” to him, but I just acted irritated sometimes, though… I feel bad… How do I stop feeling like this?!

She says…

Ok, well, my fiance Patrick is an independent singer, and I’m his vocal coach. About a week and a half ago, Patrick started hanging out with this guy Nathaniel who records at the same studio as us. He’s 22, Patrick’s 26, and I’m 25. Well, Patrick’s invited him along to a couple parties and lunch with us, and just basically hanging out with him quite a bit. Well, at first, I found Nathaniel very irritating. He’s really over dramatic, and a bit overemotional… I brought it up a couple of days ago with Patrick saying, “I know you’re friends with him, but he’s a little… over dramatic and everything… He’s nice and everything, but you see it too, right?” and Patrick agreed, but he explained to me that up until about 2 years ago, Nathaniel had a really hard past… his mom was addicted to drugs and died, and he moved from family member to family member, but he seemed to lose everyone he loved. I feel really bad for kind of being on edge around him, and I can see how Patrick can put aside the over dramatic side of him, knowing his past. He came along with Patrick and I again at lunch today, and I realized how nice he actually is… I was also much nicer and I wasn’t on edge with him at all. I still feel really bad, though. I mean, I wasn’t “mean” to him, but I just acted irritated sometimes, though… I feel bad… How do I stop feeling like this?!
I know, I just feel like a total jack@$$

She says…

Ok, well, my fiance Patrick is an independent singer, and I’m his vocal coach. About a week and a half ago, Patrick started hanging out with this guy Nathaniel who records at the same studio as us. He’s 22, Patrick’s 26, and I’m 25. Well, Patrick’s invited him along to a couple parties and lunch with us, and just basically hanging out with him quite a bit. Well, at first, I found Nathaniel very irritating. He’s really over dramatic, and a bit overemotional… I brought it up a couple of days ago with Patrick saying, “I know you’re friends with him, but he’s a little… over dramatic and everything… He’s nice and everything, but you see it too, right?” and Patrick agreed, but he explained to me that up until about 2 years ago, Nathaniel had a really hard past… his mom was addicted to drugs and died, and he moved from family member to family member, but he seemed to lose everyone he loved. I feel really bad for kind of being on edge around him, and I can see how Patrick can put aside the over dramatic side of him, knowing his past. He came along with Patrick and I again at lunch today, and I realized how nice he actually is… I was also much nicer and I wasn’t on edge with him at all. I still feel really bad, though. I mean, I wasn’t “mean” to him, but I just acted irritated sometimes, though… I feel bad… How do I stop feeling like this?!
I know, I just feel like a total jack@$$

my friend is being abused by her mom, both verbally and physically. my friends and i really worry about her. we’ve considered telling someone about it, but we arent sure if its a good thing to do. just a couple days ago, her mother scratched her, hit her, beat the back of her head off a dresser, and called her a “fat lesbian whore.” earlier today she called one of my friends to tell her to take incriminating stuff (in her mom’s head) off of her facebook because her mom was looking through it. we’ve tried to get ahold of her since then, but we can’t (shes had her cell taken away and no one is answering on her home phone, which there are usually people there to answer). i am not sure, but i think her mom is addicted to pot, too. i don’t have proof, but thats what some of her closer friends have told me. the whole thing has been going on a long time. however, i dont want to ruin my friend’s life. hopefully she’ll be able to stay w/ her dad, but thats not guaranteed. please help!
i am not sure about her dad because he knows whats going on. he found her bleeding in their living room after their fight. hes not the brightest bulb on the string, but he is a lot safer than her mom. i dont know, shes in high school and i really dont want to mess up her life now when shes only a few years away from leaving her parents.
she does have scratches on her face and bruises all over her legs and a bump on her head. i havent seen anything except for the scratch, but i was told about them by another friend. she doesnt even know that i know about her mom.
pffft, are you crazy, our school couselor is only qualified for organizing schedules and putting together college transcripts.

you are pregnant. You want to be able to leave your baby at your mothers house every once in a while once you have the baby since this is the first grandbaby BUT your dad is a alcoholic off and on but is in denial and you are afraid for him to be drunk around the baby? How do you deal with this sutuation?
My husband thinks I should confront my dad when he is drunk before I have the baby and say if you are ever drunk aroudn my baby then it’s the last time you will ever see it.
his drinking has been going on for more than 3 years now. he doesnt drink in front of anyone. he just goes outside every 5 miinutes or so and comes back in more drunk and more drunk then passes out. i know because i hang around my moms house when my husbands at work.

*8:45 am*

I had the most awful headache in the world. My whole head was pounding. I felt like a mess with sweat all over my face. I put my hand to my forehead and yawned really loud. I started to open my eyes and that’s when I remembered.

Cody.

Oh my God.

I looked around to the other side of me on the bed but didn’t see no one. I didn’t hear anything but silence. This is so embarrassing. What happened last night? How did I get here? How come only my jeans are on? Oh my God. I can’t believe this. I looked around and saw that my skimpy tank top was lying on the floor. I tried to think back to last night but everything was black. I just remember going outside with him after the party. He must of taken me here. I screamed a little bit by the thought of it. How could I have been so stupid?

As I got up to get my tank top, I caught my reflection in the mirror on his dresser. I looked horrible. My hair was in knots with my mascara and eyeliner all under my eyes. I had bruises on my neck and arms. I didn’t want to see myself anymore. I grabbed the tank top and pulled it on real fast. I noticed I couldn’t find any shoes or socks. Did I really come here barefoot? I must of really been drunk last night, since it was my first time ever drinking alcohol.

I started walking out of the room and down the small hallway towards the kitchen and living room. I didn’t see anyone at all. I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. I stepped out on the porch and thought about where I was suppose to go. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go to Savanna’s. I just didn’t want to walk around like this all day. What about Cody? Will I ever see him again? Was this all a joke to him? He told me I was beautiful. I felt some tears start to slide down my cheek. That’s when I busted out into sobs. I went down in the yard and fell against the hard damp grass. I started screaming and crying. My head was killing me and Cody took advantage of me.

I couldn’t believe that I could let this happen. What was wrong with me last night? I closed my eyes and tried to block this all out of my mind. After awhile, I got up and started walking. I didn’t know where to go. If anyone could understand it would be Savanna. It would feel awkward going to visit her after that huge fight last night. I will just call her. As I walked down the street, I could feel people staring at me. I didn’t really care. What was left to care about? I kept walking down the sidewalk just looking straight ahead of me. Not really caring who saw me like this. I finally saw my house in the distance. I never in my life thought I would feel so happy to see my home.

I walked up the concrete steps and opened the front door. The house was trashed. Alcohol with cigarette smoke was so thick that I started to cough. I could hear someone laughing up stairs, but saw no one else around. I started to walk up the stairs and saw my mother’s door cracked. I could see her lying on the bed with her new boyfriend lying beside her.

“Oh, Jesse you just do things to me.” She said, giggling and pulling on his arms.

He pulled her on top of him and started kissing her. That about made me puke right there. Like I didn’t already need reasons too. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bedroom that I had locked. I unlatched it and opened it. I sighed in relief, thank goodness nothing was touched or moved around. I found the telephone lying on my desk. I went over to pick it up and hit speed dial to call Savanna. It ringed around two or three times before I heard her voice.

“What do you want Alicia?” Savanna said in the most annoyed tone.

I didn’t say anything at first. How could she still be mad at me? I have no one left.

I heard Savanna yell something in the background, then sighed, “You do know you left your shit here last night?”

It she was going to treat me like this, no sense in telling her the truth about what I was going to tell her. Instead I tried to make my voice sound calm and normal, “Yeah, that’s why I called. Could I pick it up later?”

“You should just be happy I didn’t through it away, but I suppose so.” Savanna said in a low tone then hung up on me.

This was just too much. My whole world went black as I collapsed on my bed.
S H I T

that’s what the **** was.

My mom is a teacher at the school I go to, and I’ve recently been hanging out with a guy who used to be addicted to heroine. He also gets into a bunch of fights and hangs out with really bad kids, that threaten others and make gun threats, etc. He’s gotten out of the heroine and fights less, but what mainly bothers my mom is the fact that he’s made a gun threat and had police papers filed on him. He’s also clinically bipolar. We get along great, and he’s a really a good guy and very nice, if you can get past everything he’s done in the past, but still does currently. She wants me to have no contact with him, and I’m not supposed to talk to him at school anymore. I want her to try and see my side of the story, but since she’s a teacher there, all of the other teachers keep reminding her how bad he is. Help?

I have 2 friends, they are brothers. One is 17, the other is 12 and both have an addiction to World of warcraft, but they don’t know it. The situation is complicated though and for you to better understand this, I must tell you a little other things:
Their parents are divorced and they live with their mom. The father now has another wife and they have an almost 2-year old baby, so he doesn’t have a lot of time to see those two. The mother lets them do about anything, and doesn’t quite understand the danger of MMO games and doesn’t see that they are addicted. To make matters worse, the mom’s got kidney stones and the process is going very slowly, so even if she knew of the addiction, she wouldn’t have the energy to deal with them. The father is aware of the addiction, but he, as I said, doesn’t have much time for them, and the mom doesn’t listen to him, so he can’t do a lot about it.
I think my parents have also tried to persuade her, but that went to hell…
I might be able to make the mom understand, as I have my own experiences-a few years ago, I had a minor video game addiction that lasted a few months, but how do I approach her with that?
How do I tell her? And what if I don’t succeed, what do I do then?

my step dad throws glass and stuff and flips out slams doors yelling and gets drunk everyday after work.my mom doesn’t care what i think and wont leave him because of his money.my friends parents want to take custody of me and we have known them for 7 years now,but my mom wont agree to it.

I’ve lived away from my family for over 20yrs. My mother died last year and some people here have comments. There is a whole family of people who are in Chgo. to take care of my mother. My sister did not want to be bothered until the last minute, my brother was in jail, and I live far away. I asked my mom if she wanted me to sell my house and come be with her, she said no. I did not visit much because my mother was very verbally abusive. Now, when I am at the so-called friends house, they always seem to have something to say about my situation when they have never met anyone in my family. Yet she sits with her children and smoke weed and drink. One of her sons is a crack head and gay and the other is just a sad drunk with a baby and a lazy girlfriend that he always talks about. I am beginning to hate them.

My friends daughter who is only 14 is already addicted to alcohol and drugs she smokes pot and downs vodka shots every day. She has been suspended from school because of drug use and being drunk in class. She is in denial and refuses to acknowledge that she has a problem. Her health is starting to get bad already because of all the strain she is putting on her body by taking in these harmful substances especaially the quantity she takes in each day. She was at a doctor and her blood test revealed elevated liver enzymes (assuming this is caused by her excessive alcohol intake) she still refuses to quit and her mom is very worried she might get ill or die if she keeps at this road. She is getting the booze and the drugs from her friends at school who have fake ID’s that say they are older and use that to buy alcohol. She refuses to attend rehab and her mom is afraid she will die soon because of her already bad health if no one stops her from what she is doing to her poor body immedaitly. She is refusing to attend rehab and to get better and stop using drugs and alcohol. What can be done?? Can she be forced into rehab??? She’s a minor so I think something can be done.
P.S. the girls mom is worried about the girl sick because she fears she might soon loose her life if nothing is done to stop her from killing herself. She is always crying because she is very worried about her daughter.
Yes you are right she is a minor so therefore she is not an adult she can’t decide for herself. I think her mother should call the police and have them come and pick her up and take her to rehab whether she wants to go or not. I mean if she starts to fight a cop I am sure they’ll deal with her and make her go anyways. So yeah the friends mother has to do something even if it means calling the cops and having her taken to rehab by physical force and in handcuffs.

I have a theory about my dream, but basically it went through a few things. Me going into this seafood parlor that was vast, meeting random friends and family on different levels…That part sort of felt like the end of American Beauty… But there was this part that I could actually feel.
My (ex)best friend’s mom was idling her van outside of my driveway (just some notes: my friend’s mom is a stonecold drug addict bitch) and she kept on asking me for money through a loudspeaker. Well I wanted to get her to leave, but when I got close her and her friend ambushed me from the side and started stabbing me, I fought back, possibly did more damage, but I felt really good about stabbing her mom back and just wanted to go after her again.
Can anyone interpert this for me? I’ll post my own theory in a second…
So my ex-friend did something REALLY terrible, I don’t really think it matters to tell the whole internet, but it recquired me blocking her on all ways of communication, and I didn’t think I was that angry at her, I just don’t get angry. Well as I had so poetically mentioned above, I (along with her) hate her mother’s guts, and she’s been acting more and more like her mother. I was thinking that maybe her mother was supposed to represent her…But it doesn’t all make that much sense! Like, why couldn’t it have just been my friend? And why would her mom’s friend be there too?

When I was a kid my mom would not let me hang out with certain people for obvious reasons (to her) I hated it. It was even worse in High school because she taught at my highschool. She knew all the ones who cut class, did drugs, got into fights etc. And if I was caught talking to them she would tell me never to talk to them again and don’t hang out where they go. I hated it. I was kept on a tight leash. I do realize that my mom was extreme I have no intention of being that extreme but I will tell my kids who not to be around if I see they are a bad influence. You are who your company is that is my philosophy. People also judge you by the company you keep. I really believe because of my mother is the reason I grduated with honors from high school and college,and never did any drugs or the fact that i never did binge drinking
I do realize my mom was extreme but i had no room to rebell. She brought me to and from school and taught there and had spies everywhere. So if she said don’t hang out with person X i couldn’t hang out with person X.
I don’t plan on being that strict. You guys are giving me good advice

something is going on with my friends mom she is not sleeping and keeps walking around the house singing and says she is just praying. and she is paranoid thinking that people are out to kill her. she never done drugs or alcohol in her life for a fact. i dont know what this is, please let me know what i should tell my friend to do for his mom. greatly appreciated