When I found out that jami, my girlfriend, was coming home after 7 months in rehab, I was so happy. I thought I’m so glad that she’s sober and doing better and things will be so much better for us.
But life goes on, and things don’t stop happening.
So yes, we are together. But we don’t talk much. And I hate her best friend. But I’m in the wrong, supposedly. I’m just being so crazy, like always.
I think to myself, “why is this happening, and why are things like this? I stuck around. I’ve stuck around through everything.”
But the reality of things are, no one owes me shit. I was the one that decided to stick around. No one needed me. And it’s a little hard to face those sort of facts.