I have come back to this thread a couple times to see just where it was going. Would go home and still be thinking about it and think just what I could tell ya to help make it better. Plenty of options to stop the thieving and be vengeful, but its not some schmuck off the street doing it to you, its your own flesh and blood and that hurts worse.
I have some very close friends whose parents have been like parents to me for over 10 years. Better than my parents were ever to me thats for ???? sure. I would do anything I can for them in any situation to help them. They have 4 daughters, who I love with all my heart like they were my own family. I fit right in the middle of them age wise and we have all gotten along like siblings for years. I have been to their holidays, birthdays, births, deaths and generally the "boy" the never got to have around. We have all been hanging out together since we were in our young teens.
The youngest one started having troubles with alcohol several years ago. We all stepped up, addressed the problem, made her seek help, go to rehab, AA, etc. She made great progress and seemed to be 100% in control. Next thing I know I am getting a call letting me know shes cranked out on coke, crystal meth, amphetamines, and whatever else they have available. Get er cleaned up again. Has a spell of straight and clean, then back on the stuff. This happens time after time after time. No one ever gives up on her. We keep picking up the pieces, helping her out, doing what a family is supposed to do. She steals from her sisters, her parents, me, commits some B&Es to support her habit. Goes into jail for DUI, drug possession, breaking parole violations. The cycle just continues year after year. One day I would see her and she is a beautiful bright shining girl that I would let watch my kids and the next time I would see her she would look like a crack whore I would run out of my neighborhood. Somewhere in the meantime she has been diagnosed as being manic-depressive, which could either accerbate the other problems or actually be a symptom of it.
Besides the action we took with her, what else did we do? I gathered up info on the places she was getting drugs, turned it into the state police. They are so over burdened they just said "thanks" and added it to their liist of info. I gathered up a few of Da Boys and went and had discussions with the scumbags. Made it clear that they were not to sell to her under any circumstnaces or we would be back. Its a small town we live in so its not like we wouldnt find out. Can't really run em out of town or stop what they are selling cause someone else would just take their place. I would rather know the dealer personally in my town than have to wonder who it is and where. All it really did was force her to go elsewhere to get whatever she was going to get. Eventually she ended up with the wrong dealers and some bad people and some really bad situations came about. She didnt learn even after that.
Where are we today? I still love her. All of her family who she has done wrong so many times still love her. We all have a distance that we keep between ourselves and her. She is not allowed in our houses unattended. She is not allowed around her own child unattended. She is not allowed to ruin or destroy our lives just because she chooses to do it to her own. We never give her any money, even if it was to keep her form sleeping on the street. The possibility that it would be spent to feed a habit is still there and no one wants to support it. She is welcome at every holiday and dinner, but we don't let her incarceration/rehab/relapse or event interupt our holidays any more. Our worlds dont revolve around her binges and cycles. None of us post bail for her when she gets arrested. Any of us would visit her in jail or rehab if she asked. All of us would, and have called the police to have her arrested for any reason. It is a hard hard way to treat someone, but it is the only way it has worked for all of us. I applaud every time she enters a "program" to help her get control of her life, I cry every time I hear she has been arrested or taken into the hospital again. Its not a great way to keep someone in your life, but sometimes its the only way. Eventually I will get a call and will attend her funeral. A beautiful life will have been wasted. I will know that I did as much as I could for her.
Sorry to be so long winded. Just kinda hits on something to me. Geez we'll have to start a family crisis thread around here.