I’ve had enough of you.
That’s the truth. That’s how I feel. I don’t want anymore.
I want you to leave me alone. I don’t want to see you. I definitely don’t want to live with you. I don’t want to take care of you anymore. I’m tired of supporting you like you’re an 8th grader, everything delivered to you, from your food to clothes to toiletries, everything a human needs to survive, you have delivered to you, like you are a child, only you are an adult, with more than three decades of life under your belt, but you act just like a child.
Just like an 8th grader.
You refuse to stand up for yourself, to grow up, act like an adult, or at least make a feeble attempt at adulthood.
It’s addiction, I know, and addiction is a disease, I know this as well, but none of this matters anymore. It’s been too long. It’s been too taxing. It’s been too unpleasant. And, I don’t want to do this anymore.
I’m tired of you slinking around the house, leaving your messes here and there, broken glasses and broken windows and constant dishes in the sink, the stove covered in grease, the empty toilet paper rolls left on the bathroom floor.
Like a child.
I’ve been picking up after you for 30+ years. I’ve been providing for your every need since the day you were born. You have been attached to me like an extra appendage for more than half my life, and you won’t go away. You refuse to detach. You keep coming back and back, bringing all your nonsense, all your lies, all the crises, and I don’t want any of it anymore.
None of it.
And the lies keep coming.
Always new lies.
The newest lie: can I get 12 bucks to buy a card and flower for Fred’s sister’s 18th birthday party?
I didn’t even know Fred had a baby sister, but whatever.
Fred’s mom did remarry, didn’t she?
And, oh, how it warmed the cockles of my heart to hear that you had been invited to a birthday party, since you never leave the house, have no friends, are alienated from your entire family on both sides, and to hear that somebody wants you to come to their birthday party made me…