A drunk to a loved one
I would like to say on behalf of my kind how very thankful I am that you loved ones exist. I'm not certain why you all put up with us, but I am forever grateful. Words simply can't express the awe we addicts feel toward you. Through our hateful, horrible, toxic personas, you somehow have scales over your eyes and see us as the Almighty Himself would. I really don't get that. I suppose that is Romans 8:24. I spent my entire life afraid. My dad drank and I was NEVER going to. (last famous words) Somehow that very demon called my name. I was going down. Way down and a stranger saw beyond that. I can only explain that as God. That stranger knows more about me than anyone and loves me through it. Do I deserve it? Hell, no. Have I pushed it away? Hell, yes. Why? Well, in my mind, how much can one person take? Sorry if I am rambling. In any case, thank you to those of you who loved us through it. I know in my heart you'll receive your well earned blessings.