We've been the best of friends for a long time. "Joined at the hip" you've called us. And I love you very much. So much that I put you before anything else in my life, wrong as that may have been. But its breaking my heart to see the road you're on. The people who treat you like dirt, but distract you enough with pretty words that you accept it...hearing your mother weep with concern over her daughter and grandson...watching you lie to everyone around you. We were so close and lately you've been abusive. Throwing insults and fists at me, who has never done a thing to warrant it. Yelling at me for doing things you asked me to do. I love you so much, my dear partner in crime, but I can't stand by and watch you do this to yourself. You need help, and I wish you'd go get it. It broke your heart when I told you how toxic you've become, and to stay away from me and mine...but it broke my heart too. Walking away from you is the hardest thing I've ever done, but I don't have a choice any more than you. Take care of yourself, please. The guys who trade a bottle of whiskey for entry to your bed won't be there when things fall apart for you. I hope I will be, but I don't know any more. —Got Some Sudden Clarity