I, Anonymous

You were clean for so long that I actually trusted you enough to
move in with you and let you have a relationship with our infant son.
Admittedly, this was stupid of me, seeing as you’re still on probation
for the last psycho thing you did when you were still using. But I
wasn’t alone in believing you were over the shit. Your friends and
family are all shocked that you relapsed. Before walking out on me and
your son to get SPUN, the last thing you said was that you love us,
goodnight. But then you left work early, never went back, virtually
disappeared, and none of your family or sober friends have heard from
you. You are a fucking loser. You haven’t called me or even your dad to
see if your son is okay.

You’ve broken every promise to us and yourself. I’m sure your
already disgusting teeth have completely rotted out of your mouth by
now. You don’t realize how badly you have fucked me and our son over.
You probably don’t even know what day it is or how long you’ve been
gone. I hope that when you get MRSA—like you always do when you
do meth—it kills you this time.