Screw you addiction. For taking my absolute, infallable trust for my husband away. For taking away:Restful nights, Knowing my husband was in your clutches as I gave birth to our first child, being comfortable with my husband having cash or access to cash or spare time. For making him surrender all that was sacred to him, his wife, his child, his Grandparents mountain house, our home, his truck, my love.
For him looking me in the eye for a year and lying. For making me feel bad about running the air conditioner through the Florida summer while I was pregnant because it made our power bill too high, when really, it was so he could spend more money on drugs, for making me feel guilty I wasn’t making enough money to pay our bills, when he was borrowing money from everyone we knew IN OUR CHILDS NAME to fuel his addiction. Because not one damn dime, not one damn time went to buying groceries for me while I was breastfeeding our child. For putting our child at risk for being taken away from ME because of his addiction. For me having to admit to everyone including my overly judgemental mother that my husband was an addict and I was too damn tired from working too damned hard for too damned long while pregnant. For making me feel guilty for every dime I spent because I thought I wasn’t doing enough to take care of us but I was.
For it being easy enough to hide that I didn’t know, so it could continue longer. I wasn’t clueless or stupid, I was supporting my husband and my unborn child and I was tired, and I depended on my husband, which I had been able to do for 11 years, but wasn’t able to do for the last year, when I needed him the most.
Fuck you addiction, for making me so sad when I waited so long to have a child, and to have one with you. Fuck you for making me afraid to ever have another one, fuck you for possibly taking my childs chance to have a sibling away from her. Fuck you for making me ask others, including my Grandmother for help, which I have never done in my life. Fuck you, for making me sit in dark parking lots with my newborn child, hoping and praying to any god that would listen to please, help my husband get the help he needs from Narcotics Anonymous to come back to us. Fuck you for every detox facility in 5 counties to turn him away and fuck you for him having no other place to dry out than at home with a 1 month old baby. Fuck you for making him lie to me.
You may have had him for a year and taken $30k from us, but I will fight you until my death to keep my husband and the father of my child away from you. You may have taken away her college fund, but I am giving it back to her. I hope you enjoyed him while you had him, but he is mine. He prefers my company to yours, and I will help him in any way I can to keep him from you.
I drug test him randomly. He attends meetings and has 60 days clean. You may have slid him out of my grasp, but my eyes are open, I know the cost and now, so does he.
He knows he’s one of the luckiest fuckers in the planet because he still has us, still has a home and isn’t dead, dying, in jail or still using. You will have a hell of a time, but we are ready for a fight. You didn’t warn him what his child would do to him, how she would smile at him, enjoy playing with him. You had him fooled. You told him I would leave him and his only choice was to stay with you and keep lying. You didn’t know that I said for better or worse, richer, poorer, in sickness and in health, and I damn well meant it. I didn’t expect all three at once, but screw you, I can take it. I can keep taking it, and I can take more. It’s going to take a lot more than you to destroy us.
You can’t have him, he belongs to her now.
You aren’t that fucking cute, you lie, you steal, you destroy.
Get the hell out of our lives and stay out.