For three years my ex kept promising me we would go to coney island for my birthday. I actually believed him, which sucks..I thought at least someday?
Instead a day or so before my birthday he ran off from his sober house, after coming to visit me. I had a feeling that might happen. So he relapses after about two months…I just remember facetiming him at the ER. He wanted to come to my apartment for the night, I couldn’t do that though (and my mom and his dad told me not to) I did whatever convincing I could do, and he went back to detox.
No Coney Island, just wasted effort and your sick idea of love.
But my best friend took me to “half moon beach” which was nice of her. At least one person made an effort. I am truly thankful for that
I have a lot of thoughts. Its a mess up there 