let there be more light

you know what, go destroy your life for all I care. I did everything in my power to help you, even after you completely screwed me over, and not once. I cleaned your house and dragged you to bed when you were too drunk to move. and then when you decided on recovery, I paid for your therapy, I helped you out of your abusive relationship, I paid for your medical insurance, I cleaned up your puke and made sure you took your meds. and now what? only to drag me back down into the same shit, only worse? only to blame me when I have work to do or exams to take. I loved you. I really did. but that doesn’t mean it’s my job to take care of you and I have to take it when you abuse me verbally or physically. nor does it make it okay when you apologize for being too drunk to realize what in the hell you were doing. so call me all you want, leave me all the voicemails you want. I’m done with your shit. I’m done helping someone who doesn’t want to be helped. I’m done helping someone who screws up only because they know I’ll be there to clean up their mess.