My dear roommates are cleaning. I live with two neat freaks. I would get up and help but I'm sure I'd just be doing something wrong. It's better if I stay on the couch and throw out an update.
Life is hectic once more. Family drama. My little brother is now officially a drug addict. I'm remiss to write the name of the drug because my parents google it daily and will read through EVERY article. It kind of rhymes with moxy cotton. It's a prescription pain reliever from the opiate family. He's currently in rehab but it's taking a huge toll on my family.
Needless to say that's thrown me for a loop. I'm proud of my brother for taking the first step and admitting the problem. I'm pissed at my brother for being stupid enough to get into heavy drugs in the first place. My parents are questioning every parenting move they ever made. It doesn't matter that they raised two honor roll, athletic, out of trouble daughters the exact same way they raised their drug addicted, girlfriend pregnant getting, high school dropout son. We all had the same opportunities in life; my brother just chose a very different path.
It's all so crazy. My brother is a good kid. He really, truly is. I'm not just saying that because he's my little brother. He's funny. He's charming. He likes watching The Dukes of Hazards and building model cars.
He's 18.
Nicole