I’m tired of caring about you when you obviously don’t care about me. You chose that bottle over me almost every night of the week. You chose it over your wife and son as well. Yet, somehow all of this is my fault..like I’m the one pouring you drink after drink. No. I’m the one who says no when you ask me to drive you to the store to get more booze…and i get cussed out for it. Whatever, it’s my fault…I’ll take the blame.
This I know, at Every 15 Minutes the presenter asked us to close our eyes and she told us to picture the person most important to us…the person we’d be crushed to lose. Yea, the first person I saw was you….a man who couldn’t care less. I know you drive drunk, I’ve been in the car with you. you don’t care that you put my life in danger. I don’t cry in front of people…but all of Every 15 Minutes, any time they said “dad”, I thought of you and i broke down in hysterics.
I hate that you made me cry like that in front of everyone. I hate that you can’t quit for anyone not even yourself. you don’t realize the pain you cause….you don’t realize that I’m done. When I leave, I won’t come back for a long time….