Missing Thang

This a total bummer of a post. It is going to be my tiny violins playing a sad tune but as I have explained before, you, dear audience, are my whipping boy therefore you get the opportunity to hear my verbal vomit. Here goes. A really good friend of mine has now returned to rehab and I am sad. Let me preface this vent with how our relationship began. As a junior in high school I found that all of my friends had chosen to experiment with heavy drugs (I plead the 5th) and sleep with Southern Utah University football players. I was not the goody two shoes type but I had seen what addiction did to people and didn't even want to experiment and far too many of my friends were blessed with babies before graduating high school. Because I didn't join I found myself sitting at home alone many a friday night and I was sick of it. My little sister (who is 19 months younger, but 2 years behind me in school) and I ran around with the same crowd but her two closest friends (S and C) were akin to us and chose not to sample college boys---they were so kind as to let me join in with them. So the weekends were us 4 girls being transported by my boyfriend (now my hubbie) to his guy friends parties. Good times! After high school I attended the fore mentioned SUU but was living at home and wanting to at least move into my own place. I had stayed friends with S and C and suggested it to them and my sister, Day. Day and S were going to hair school and weren't ready for the jump but C was. She and I moved into a 2 bedroom basement apartment together and had the best times of our lives. C ended up having a son who is 2 years older than my oldest and they are best friends. C ended up marrying a childhood friend of mine who has become a really good friend of my hubbies. C later had twin daughters who are 2 years older than my youngest yet the 3 of them love playing together--in fact I hosted a play date today. C became addicted to prescription pain medication and it almost killed her and I lost my good friend. I only talked to her when it concerned our kids or hubbies but did not spend time with her as we always had done. C hit rock bottom, tried to kill herself and was admitted to a mental hospital to later be transferred to a rehab. C came home almost 9 months ago back to her old self and I was sooooo happy. We had a girl party and caught up on old times, we spoke on the phone together, we sat and chatted about nothing and then one day I noticed that she was far more outgoing than natural. Next I noticed slurred speech and next thing I know she tells me in between uncontrollable sobs that she screwed up and was caught by her mom and hubbie--she was going to have to leave again BUT----- SHE told me this time and she told me before she left. Last time I got the news second hand after it was a done deal. I am so sad now. I have lost my friend again and no, she cannot have contact with the "outside" until she is detoxed so it will be at least a week then I have to wait for her to contact me. She has gotten stronger than the last time and the slip up statistics are totally against her but I know she can kick this shit. I hope so, I miss her.