Wrong me once, shame on you. Wrong me twice, shame on me. He was our mate, our brother, until very recent. I tried to help him, however he doesn't want help. I just don't understand how someone can ruin ALL of their friendships in one fell swoop. I understand what he did to ruin said relationships, what I'm lacking to grasp here is the mere question of "Why?"
I'm just fed up. Sick of him. Sick of the whining, the bitching, the empty threats, and the whole "Poor me. Pity me." horseshit. It's all just a load of complete and utmost imbecility.
I wanted the best. I wanted to help. I wanted to fix him more than he wanted to try. What foolishness! What nonsense! It's lunacy and I am not going to subject myself to it any longer.
I've been suffering from PTSD and MRSA so quite frankly, I don't have the extra strength to deal with his damned meaningless problems for him. Put the damn pipe and bottle down already and learn to be a man. Grow some balls and a brain whilst you're at it.
Good luck. Good bye. Good riddance.
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