I’ve moved on.
It didn’t take me long to put together in my mind, just what kind of person you really are. You use everyone who becomes close enough to you to be called a friend. And then, when the fun stops, when boredom seeps in, when they realize that the fun is on you and the joke is on them, you vanish.
I wish I could say that I loved you, but I don’t even know you. In fact, I’ll go as far as saying that you don’t even know you. You lost yourself in a miasma of drug addiction and promiscuity. You lost it all, including what should be most precious to you, your children.
It’s a sad probability that they may never see you again, with your act cleaned up, with responsibility, while living a wholesome life. It’s sad indeed.
I’m not turning my back on you. You turned yours on me. I can be a friend, but on my own terms, but I can’t love someone who on more than one level just isn’t there.
I hope you can pick up the pieces and get better. I do with all of my heart. I’m just tired of worrying.