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The assistance seeker in this case sounds like he has grand illusions of being a knight in shining armour. This is not possible.
I come from being:
A) an ex-drug user.(everything, ok I still partake here and there)
B) an ex-partner and fiance of two women who were both ex-Heroin addicts.
I have one word of advice:
Ask her "Will you quit for me right now. Give me what you have to flush it down the toilet."
If she says she "can't right now" or any line like that then the answer is unfortunately that you have to leave. Unless they are willing to go cold Turkey immediately then there is nadda you can do. Pack your sandwich's and ***off.
The heroin addled brain of a female is like... like... I just don't have any way to explain just how ****ing broken they are. No english word can describe it. They are a more tactile, sensual being when IN a normal state but when on H it just brings out a side of them in a strange alien way. They ****ing love the feeling they will do anything for it. Men will conjure strange plans to get more where as women will do ANYTHING to get more.
You my firend have a broken toy.
You my friend are one of many men I have met who are addicted to fixing broken toys. Cut it out.
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If you are interested in reading more ranting "wall ' o text" I had this in the original body of text above then decided it was an additional story and not neccissary in answering the dude:
I speak from experience here..
When I was doing all kinds of drugs I would not have quit for anyone. They were way to fun and I enjoyed them more than I enjoyed the company of people(I still don't enjoy people). I also enjoyed them for their applications in chemistry and their functions on the brain, various bodily systems as well as their potential uses (I was even purchasing reserch chemicals from outside of the country). Making these chemicals and growing these plants, ingesting them to see just what would happen and how far I could push the limits was increadibly fascinating and exciting. I would equate doing some new chemical or plant to an adrenaline junky jumping off a mountain. It's a thrill not knowing if you might live or die, liquify your brain or watch your house melt or grow fur.
Eventually I got bored and gatvol of never sleeping and feeling **** etc. etc. so I just stopped. By myself, no-one egging me on with "It works if you work it, so work it, you're worth it!" type NA bull****e. There is nothing I hate more than an evangelical ex-drug user who thinks getting over drugs is like a victorious battle with cancer. They are almightly ****ing douchnozzles. I would far rather tell someone "Guy, that ????? is epic. I really enjoyed it too. But look at your flat, there is a dead cat in your fridge. Tone it down, you are being a disgusting ****stain." than telling them "You ARE and Addict. It's a desease and you will be one for the rest of your life. If you don't attone for your drug use-y-ness you are going to druggie hell". God. How ****ing worthless must one feel if you are told you are and always will be an addict for the rest of your life. Like you are not human. You are merely an ex-user simply because you had fun at some point?
In saying everything I have above I do have one exception to my emotions and feeling about drugs in general.
The white pony
The magic dragon
Scag
Junk
Smack
Browns
H
(Opiates)
This stuff is scary. Not just heroine but all of the Opiates. Be they prescribed by a doc or bought from a dealer.
All of the natural extracts or chemically seperated salts from this un-assuming poppy farmed in Afganistan put the fear of God into me. I don't know why it is but this stuff turns people into zombies. I have luckily come out unscathed from my experimentation with various opiates but many think I have inhuman abilities to not become addicted to opiates. Baring in mind I am a full blown cigarette addict so not unable to become an addict (although smoking is a hobby and I collect smoking paraphenalia like some old english woman who collects plates with pictures of the royals emblazoned on them). All in all, the stuff feels great. Like sex but better. Sex butter. It's like sleepy sex in a sun room filled with late afternoon sun on a cold winters day sex, with overtones of numbness and warmth and gooey goodness.
I shot the stuff (Heroin) into my veins on a few occasions, not more than five I would say. Each time I could say it was pretty amaizing. There are down sides like itching and VOMITING EVERYWHERE but they were nothing when compared to the fact that you are DOING HEROIN OMG. Luckily I have a short attention span and got bored of that type of drug and moved onto more hardcore psycodelics within the week.
My point being, and I am sory for the rant / non linear storytelling methods which a rant usually follow, is that this stuff is powerful and will suck in the strongest of people and make them it's bitch. Make them it's slave. Make them zombies.
So beware fellow phsychonaughts. This drug is not one to be toyed with.
PS: Your partner is not there anymore so don't be angry with her. This is a new horrible autopilot-esk thing. If you have it in you to lock her in a room for two weeks then I would say thats your best bet. I did it to a friend and he was ever gratefull once the turkey had stopped. The inside of that room however, was not.
PPS: Some post a few ways up it could have been the op, I have no idea, celebrating 10 years clean. Thats mighty gay. That sort of mentality will keep your chains bound nice and tight. Let the **** go. You are not an addict. Waking up every day and chanting that you are not an addict is ridicluous. If you don't then you ****ing aren't and it's not something to celebrate. Just get on with your life like a normal person.
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PPPS: I think I need to learn how to write a bit better. This this started differently... it now has a life of its own.
PPPPS: I think I like writing?
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