How could you?
Do you like drowning your sorrows in the flat beer?
Night after endless night…
It’s not therapy,
It’s a vice.
An addiction.
The stench of stale cigarettes.
The stumbling in at all hours of the night.
Is this how you want to be remembered?
Time to grow up now.
Take responsibility
I don’t want to live like this anymore.
I’m tired.
Suffering for you.
Your addiction.
You’d never know.
I can keep secrets too.
The tears only fall behind the locks.
You’re beating me mentally to the point where I can’t take it anymore.
It’s your loss,
Your addiction.
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2004
Mariah, I wish I could reach out with a magic wand and change him for you, but I cannot. The addiction is deep and long lasting; sometimes for a life time. I was 50 when I kicked it. To wait around and expect him to change will most likely be futile. Alcoholics usually have to hit bottom, and he may drag you down with him. I know you well. Remember, you let me use your picture on one of my poems? And I know how your Mother Susan must feel also. Hugs and Love, yours in friendship. Bill Murray
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Memories. I am so happy to fly free of those burdens we suffered with him.
He will lose in the long run. You need to fly free of the nest. Let him go to the fodder fields of addiction. He's alone.
I love you.
Mother
Suffering for you.
Your addiction.
Now that's a revelation that so many could use. Great job!