Last Saturday an...old acquaintance came into my door, saying he just wanted a glass of water and to use my toilet. Despite my misgivings, I let him in. It turns out, he needed the water to settle his stomach...from a massive hang-over, which caused him to puke in my toilet for several hours. I am glad my mother wasn't there, as she gets pissed more about such occurrences than this than my father. I let him lie down on my couch, for one because he was "sick" but mostly because...I was the only person he could count on. Me, a guy who barely talks to him, has an OBVIOUSLY strained relationship with, has gone on record saying I wanted to beat him with a SHOVEL...and was the closest thing he had to a friend. Obviously I didn't force him to leave, though I did complain...a lot. He left, walked to his house, and then drove back to my house to apologize and thank me for treating him like a human being...a FUCKING human being. This includes his own foster family who disowned him, one of which he got drunk at the house she and he had to leave in the morning BUT left early in the morning while leaving him knowing he was in a drunken stupor. I have fucked up from time to time, but never to the point where my sibling would abandon me...fuck.
I still have my misgivings about the man, I always will...but I feel more sadness for him than the hatred I once felt. Here's a guy who made ALL the bad choices in life, where the closest thing he has is ME a guy who verbally chastises him to his face. I am not a man of god, Anton Lavey was my idol as a teenager, but... I pray for him. I pray that he'll be able to become sober, I pray that he'll be able to make real friends again, and get a real family again. I can't say I'll be a friend or family towards him in the future, but if he changes for the better I'll be happy.
Thought it'd be a week before I posted about this, my resistance has limits I guess.
Edit: Thank you.