Alright, years ago I took up a second job at a fast food joint...
I actually ended up dating the owner's daughter, even getting to know her 4-year old daughter.
Now, I knew this girl had issues but I still kicked it with her after I left her work.
...eventually there came a time where I stopped by, and we were all cuddly and shit on the sofa...
Her daughter was upstairs with her friend, and it seemed we were all cool...
*knock knock*
She looked at me and said something I can't remember, but it was something like "This is not what I do all the time"...
Once I saw the two guys at the door, I knew what she meant...
Skinny guys in dirty jeans with dirty and ripped shirts...
Long story short, it was obvious to me the hot Italian girl I was falling for was not only returning to coke but to crack...
I was pissed at her letting these strangers in her house while her daughter and friend was upstairs...
I... left...
...
Fastforward about 10 years...
I was bored on FB and searched her, found her one sister...
I found the daddy of that girl's daughter, and clicked that...
...turns out, he has the daughter and she's a deadbeat...
Can't say I'm suprised, but I admit my first instinct was to find her and help...
...there was a time I loved her...
...but I know I can't do anything for her that she can't do for herself...