Then set the law on her.
This is California. Tell the cops that your wife is high on Ecstasy will result in a yawn and not much else. Bottom line? Without some serious intervention from members of her own family, nothing is going to happen.
And that's the problem. Her mother, father and brother, her rocks in this universe, are gone. They've all died within the past ten years. She's alone now.
I'm telling you this is not my wife. I never would have married a woman like this. The woman I married was a good, strong Catholic girl. Someone who routinely LECTURED me that "good Catholic girls don't **** around. We are not tarts and *****s."
The problem is that the death of her brother, who was three years younger than she was, which also meant losing all contact with her God children, sent her over a proverbial cliff. The woman who climbed back up is nothing like the lady that went over.
I have to bring myself to the fact that she's gone. The woman I married is gone. She's been replaced by someone who is very ugly. I am not attracted to her in the slightest. But, at the same time, I also loved her deeply. I so wanted to help her get through this.
But it's time to move on now. She may have moved out just seven days ago but I've been crying for the past six months. I knew I'd lost her. I knew I lost her a long time ago. It's just that I kept trying to get her attention. "Look at me! I'm standing on my head!" I did everything I could to distract her and bring her back. Problem was she was already gone.
I don't hate her. I don't know if I ever will. But I am very, very sad. Perhaps this is just Stage 1 of many stages still yet to come.