Dear Mom,

I stay to fend of your demons, but you bring your demons home anyway.
You try to drink them away, but they only come closer to you.
I try to save you from yourself, but you only push me away.
So, I am not good enough to keep the demons away? I'm not strong enough to save you from yourself?
I turn away. You have set your demons on me. Now, I have become one of them.
I have done nothing but take care of you. Pick you up off of the floor when you just weren't strong enough. Clean your messes. Cover up your mistakes. Hide your lies. But now, I'm the bad guy?
I can accept that. I can turn away from you. As long as you can turn your back on them.
I will not longer protect you from you. I will now protect them from you.
All of your destruction will not come down on them. Not one of us will turn out like you. Your footsteps will be forgotten. I will not watch you kill yourself.
You did this to yourself mom. you told us we were not worth sobering up. We were worth nothing to you. Being sober is overrated I guess.
Well, to you it might be, but because of you, I will never lift the stinking liquid to my mouth.
I will not stand for the stupidity it brings. I will walk away now and let you kill yourself on your own. We will not turn back. We will not watch you die. I will not follow you. And, I will not let them follow you either. I hope its worth it mom. If we aren't worth it, then you aren't worth my tears.
Thanks for the memories.

I love you, Mom.