Upon a ton of reflection today, I have decided, I’ve done nothing wrong, except choose the wrong partner. I’m so sick of words like… sickness… illness… and also being told I ‘don’t understand.’ I understand this: I’m as addicted to fuck ups as much as they are addicted to drugs. I’ve had my own demons, problems, and my fair share of untimely deaths. But… I don’t choose to punish others. And I’m not punishing my kid, who deserves a whole hell of a lot more than the shit life I’ve given him… via my husband, and myself for putting an addict first.
So I appreciate people like all of you, that care enough to waste their time and energy. I do. I’m just not 1 of you anymore. Judge me all you like; I welcome it. But I’m betting 90% of you, after as long as I’ve dealt with this and been damaged by this, I bet 90% secretly feel this way… or will soon. And. No. My husband hasn’t done anything to praise… not for quite a while. So there it is. I’m DONE.