Butterfly’s Flutterings

Krystal- 21 years old. is a retiring crack addict. I’d like to thank the heavens for the retiring part. She is only 11 months younger than me. And we couldn’t be any more different from each other. She grew up always in trouble. Always angry and blaming every one else. We never got along. When she was about 14 she got so bad that she was partying and doing drugs. She ended up stealing a car and got caught. She went to Juvenile hall and then to a group home for girls until she was 18. I thought that was one of the best things that could have happened. I was very excited that she could have the opportunity to get the help she needed. It seemed to work too. When she got out she got a job and was on the way to finding her own apartment. Then I’m really not sure what happened. She just went crazy. She started to hang out with all the wrong people. Again. Always blowing off her normal friends to take road trips to the city and disappearing for days at a time. I tried to help her. Then It got so bad that I couldn’t let her come to my house anymore. I really couldn’t allow her to have anything to do with me. I got so tired of having to count my c.d’s and jewelry every time she left. She ended up going homeless. I took pity on her and tried again to help. it didn’t work. I had to watch her become one of those people that carry all their worldly possessions in duffels with them to different friends houses. Thats how it was for a while. She would stay at one persons place maybe for a week until that person either got tired of her mood swings brought on by not enough dope, or by her continually using up their supply. I went through a lot of trouble to stay away from her hoping that it might give her a hint as to the type of person she had become. My lecturing her never seemed to work. I would come home from work to find that just because I wanted nothing to do with her didn’t mean a thing. I would find my windows pried open just enough to fit her extremely skinny frame. I’d find money missing and jewelry gone. Of course I would report it to the cops and even go so far as to tell them that I thought it was her. They never found anything she took on her. She would taunt me when she saw me about how fast she got rid of the things she took. She had really turned into a ridiculously mean person. Drugs will do that to you. Some how she ended up meeting this guy. He was a local of our small town who had spent time in prison and jails for all manner of things. He is also older than our mom. about 45 years old. He had become a resident of Hawaii to work in the contracting business. They started to write back and forth and the next thing you know they are dating. It got serious. He moved her to Hawaii. So far. Older guy or not. He seems to be the best thing that has ever happened to her. She has been clean and sober since just after she moved there. He has helped her do a complete one 180. She now has a steady job at walmart that she has had for about 6 months. She pays bills and never misses a day. We started to talk again a little after she moved there. I was shocked that it was so easy to talk to my sister once again. We began to build ourselves back up to friends. It was great. I went on a trip to see her last month. I’ve never been so shocked, or so happy to see her. Its just amazing.