Dear... Addict I’ll Never Stop Loving
Hi, it’s been awhile.
I never actually wanted to stop speaking to you. But my mental health was declining as I fought to protect someone who chose a different path. You. You can continue to lie to yourself and others about what you’ve been doing, but it’s as obvious as that illegal tattoo you have on your lower calf. You were once my hero. I am so disappointed in you it’s not even funny. Do I hate you? Never, no matter who wants me to. Do I wish things were different? Absof***inglutely. But they’re not. I wish you could see your grandson blossoming into an impressive little human. He loves cars by the way, just like you’d hoped he would. Mom bought him a ride on a Bentley toy.
By the way, I’m getting married. And I’d invite you but apparently you don’t have an address. I miss you. I miss the laughs. I hope someday you can put the pipe down and throw the ice away. You’re so much smarter than that. You’ve got my number, call me, when you want a hand to hold on your walk to recovery.
Love always. Oranges.