Addiction is a cruel thief.
It stole my mother away on my birthday
After she died, I was forced to leave my toxic situation.
I thought life couldn’t get any worse.
I wanted to let the anger, guilt, and resentment swallow me until I was in the belly of depression.
But he refused to let me drown.
I was only supposed to live with him for one year.
After that I was free to go.
But I never expected to fall so hard.
I couldn’t stop myself if my last breath depended on it.
Loving him was everything.
It was wrong.
It was forbidden.
It was sick.
It was beautiful.
