This part of her personality goes way back to when I was homeless. (probably even younger then that)
She would walk into the tent cities where I was and start befriending everyone and trying to sneak tin food out to us. I used to HATE it when she would come to the homeless camp. I never wanted her to see me so low. But she would come and hang out anyway.
Then when I was really out of my head and what I call my rabid months… I didn’t care if she saw me or not. I really hate to think what I’ve exposed her to during that point of full blown addicted, uncaring, out of my head, out of control abuse.
But maybe it’s what gives her the ability to say No these days. Maybe she looks back on that rabid dark time of mine that is why she hasn’t done drugs yet. If those months of me reduced to a non-functioning out of my head, rabid something is what gives her the strength to stand up to the friends, then maybe something positive came out of that dark negative time.