"I was drunk" is like the best get out of jail free card for some of my friends who like to party. It's kind of funny, because for drunks "I was drunk" is literally the one thing you can't ever say. Because then the gig is up, you admit it to yourself and your family can do something about it.
Some people are very stubborn to admitting that they have a problem and don't realize the damage they cause while they're under these influences. But god forbid someone close to them does, and World War 3 starts.
I'll admit when I tried point out that this person had a problem, I wasn't doing it in a nice way. But my brother didn't grow up in a nice way and I'm sick of this pretending. When we were arguing and my brother walked into the room, I had to fight every urge to start screaming at this person and to punch them in the face.
I'm sure the poison is the where a lot of the blame goes, but some abuse is too much to just point a finger at lax judgement and motor skills. I get to ask about the things that messed that precious life up. But they don't get to ask about my life. Not anymore.
Some things that are said can never be taken back. They ruined my brother and I will never ever forgive them for it. And they ruined any chance of me forgiving them for what they did to me.
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