Sisyphus Gives Up
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…
