Honesty Fails
You would think one could be honest with thier own blood....about anything at all. You would think that one could turn to their parent and express concern about something without being completely manipulated, guilt tripped, and ripped apart. You would think that a concerned daughter could confront her mother about an issue that was bothering her, without being put to tears and tempted to never contact her mother again. I guess blood doesn't mean much in the end. Concerns cannot be expressed when there are other substances blinding the victim from seeing the problem. No matter how much love a person has for another, there are certain things that can get in the way. No relationship is strong enough to avoid abuse from the bottle. Whichever bottle it may be. Drugs. Alcohol. An everlasting combination of superficial relief. Relief that means more than family. It's sad. I tried and failed and saved the relationship from spiraling downward like it did so many years ago. I didn't want to lose her again....but yet it seems like I already have. She's lost herself, lost her mind and body, the two things that make up a person as Plato or Aristotle might say. Or maybe substance dualism thought out by Descartes. Anyhow...I saved the relationship without turning around and walking out. I failed overall though because I had to back out on my original concern to calm this woman down. Denial saved my relationship...It's sad how denial is such a powerful tool. Denial over-ruled a heartfelt concern. That's even worse. How could someone let that happen? Especially when it's their daughter holding that concern? I don't and will never understand this. My eyes are tired from crying during the last hour and now it's time to force some sleep upon mysle fso I can get the fuck out of here tomorrow morning. Mission failed. I fire myself. Goodnight and goodluck.