There’s so many things that I want to bring up to you, but I know actually having a discussion about it might freak you out or at least you might be closed off to me. So a letter that you’ll never see might help me sort out my feelings. I might as fucking well do this, since I have to do this for my mother anyways. I know we’ve only been dating for a month or so and these questions don’t pop up in my head because I’m some desperate asshole looking for a long-term relationship, but I have them because I don’t know what’s going on through your head. Why are you with me and more importantly what do you want from this relationship? Am I just a convenient distraction? Would hearing something like I love you, scare you? I just want know what you want in life.
Your rehab center contacted me to write you a letter before visiting you. I want you to know that I’m not going to be easy on you because you’re suffering. I suffered plenty enough because of you. You’re a piece of shit. I hope you’re aware of that and I hope that your therapist, who I’m paying for by the way isn’t hiding this shit from you in order to protect your feelings. You’ve never protected me a day in your life but I’ve constantly watched over you, like you were the child, so I think you should finally take this like the adult you are. I’m done being your punching bag whenever you feel sad or insecure. I’m done with you blaming everyone for your constant abuse of the people around you. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. This is my last time I’m sending you to rehab. If you fall back into addiction, you’re on your own. It’s not because I don’t love you. You know I do, which is why you take advantage of me. And if you love me, if you care for me at all, from this day on, you’ll treat me better. You’ll give me hugs, you’ll say your proud of me, you’ll thank me when I do something nice, and you’ll say you love me, like a mother should.