You’re angry with me.
You’re stressed out.
You’ve been put through the ringer.
You’ve lost a lot in life.
You are an addict.
And now you think you may be pregnant.
I’m scared for you.
I have been since we met this past January.
I think you’re scared too.
But you’re too tough to admit it.
I’m here. I know I can’t give you everything you want. Yet, a lot of the things you’re wanting are things that you and your possible child don’t need.
It’s time for you to get your life together TL. I know that sounds harsh. I know it won’t be easy. But you’re still young. You’re still tough. You’re still intelligent, despite what Ron says. I know you can do this. I do believe in you. I do love you. You’re my best friend and I’m in love with you. But that doesn’t matter. This isn’t about me, it’s about you and that wonderful child that you may be having. One of life’s most precious gifts.
Please clean up. Do it for you and your children.