We have all been in a situation where we have been addicted to something or dependent on it. Whether it is alcohol, substance, love, narcissism, physical or emotional abuse, somehow, we get reeled in against our better judgment. 10 years ago, actually, 12 years ago, I came to the realization that my oldest son was a victim and a target of the majority of these. The back story will be told, what I want to make clear is this: ridiculing someone for drinking while manipulating them to consume alcohol is not how you help them, it is a weak persons attempt to control another human being. My son, drank to cope, also a back story that I, myself, partially take responsibility for. He had to deal with loss, rejection, real and perceived abandonment, and left in the middle feeling like he had to choose between parents. When you feel like you have no one, and people are lurking in your reality with the mindset that you can easily be manipulated, you become a target for evil mentality. They charm their way into your world, learn things about you to pretend to like them; your hobbies, your passions, your favorite everything, even any childhood trauma or ways to create a wedge between them and their family. It is, however, interesting, how a certain person knew who was on to their manipulation tactics and immediately diverted away from them, Mama bears radar is always on. instead of collaborating to "help" situations were created that not only enabled further alcohol abuse but mocked my son turned some of his own friends against him. To drill home the perceived upper hand of those involved and topping it off someone took 28 pictures and a recording of him snoring while others were snickering in the background. Then turned up the TV so loud while he had his earphones on sleeping and listening to music. He woke up and took out his earphones and got blasted. Which also means the rest of the apartment building got blasted for hours. Why? Why is that funny, given the situation he was in? A few days later he found out the apartment managers were going to ask him to move out soon, likely the blasting music again topped it off. Why? Why do you break up with someone only to come back to ridicule them, why do people say they care and have watched you struggle, then take 28 pictures; the photos were dated 8/4/13 he was found deceased 8/18/13. On the inside looking at this, my son posted it on Facebook, calling it out, for the dickhead thing to do, but the reality of it is, enjoyment in being a part of instigating him to drink and then watching him unravel, the twisted part is enjoying it to the point you do it repeatedly for months. Who spends that amount of time, taking that many pictures, while laughing at someone you later label unable to get over a breakup while continually contacting them then ignoring them while cowardly use the phrase "you need help"? Let this be a reminder to be careful who you trust, who you bare your soul to, because they just might be the death of you, and it may not be by your own hand. I wonder if there is a video on that?
Love Lives On
Joan Marie
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