I used to walk the dogs for the people who live behind me (my dad worked with the husband. We'll call him P). I stopped walking them years ago because (we'll call her K) K is an alcoholic and a drug user. She was always mean to me and called me fat. P was always nice, told me to ignore her. Their garage caught fire one year and I went over banging and screaming for them. The dogs were in the backyard, scared. They were frantic. I tried grabbing them by their collars to bring them to my apartment, but as soon as I walked through the gate, they took off running. She blamed me for loosing the dogs. P said "Thank you". That was (among another issue) was the last straw.

Long story short, P was diagnosed with cancer last year and he passed away a month after my brother. I remember him telling me he didn’t even like her and that she spends all his money on booze because she’s an alcoholic. He also said he couldn’t leave her because he wasn’t like that.

My brother wanted to give her his condolences. I said it was a bad idea. He said she was swallowing all his pills and drinking beer by the dozen. He hooked her up to our internet and cell service (I was mad about that).

Right now, he's trading his services (ex: lawn mowing) for weed. He's been smoking it ever since. He comes to my apartment saying how "high" he is and how she has a grow up and a whole garden of shrooms. I called my mom because I'm concerned about him. I don't know what other things she'll make him try. I thought I could trust her. She called my brother telling him what I said. Then he was sending me gangster texts like "you a nark" and "Don't talk to rats".

And I called my mom. I was livid. I said “Thanks for telling him” and she said “It’s none of your business and you tell him stuff too” I said “what do I tell him?” And she said “I’m not playing this game” and she mumbled something. I said "Do you even care?" and she hung up on me.

I cried for two and a half hours. I was so hurt.

I can't trust anyone. Not even family.

hugs I don't even know what to say. I've been a "user" and am an alcoholic. (Not all day, just for pain and sleeping..lol?) So I can see your concern about your brother. But in all honesty, people don't change. Not even if you try and get them help. It takes them to want to change. I'm clean from crap because I chose to be, I stopped. I had a kid and was still doing deadly shit, one day I woke up and realized how much destruction I was causing. You can only do so much damage to your body and family. I love you and I hope you feel better soon :(

My gf recently started drinking and using weed, and it’s not something I’m very happy about. Though there are many problems with my situation, not just that. I’ve had problems trusting her lately and she doesn’t trust me lately too. So I can empathize with you a bit