for better or for worse.
Sometimes I wonder looking at a person going through a rubbish bin for bottles to return, what happened in their life to end up that way. I also think what kind of impact it has on their family. Yet, perhaps it is actually better for the family at times that someone drifts away.
I wonder sometimes too. I think sometimes the pressures of life are too great for people and something inside them breaks. Also, maybe they realize the damage they're doing by being around their family/friends? Homelessness would have it's own subset of stresses but, perhaps, some prefer the struggle for daily survival over the stresses of modern day life? I'm not sure.