Save your tears and laughter...

Finally…

I didn’t do it. He needed just 5 boxes left at my house. Can’t do it. I can’t go anywhere near that. I know the boundries. It hurts. No more. I had so much to say tonight. He still …no…I almost said he cripples me…I do it to myself……not anymore….

For the first time I don’t feel bad. He has to take care of himself. I can’t do it for him anymore. I just can’t.

Once again...

I'm going to brush all the shit off and think...AGAIN...am I making a drama out of this? Maybe? It hurts so bad sometimes I can't stand it.

None of this makes sense to anyone else but me. I can't do it anymore.