You choose to be an asshole, you choose to waste your hard-earned money and God-given organs in an alcoholic blur, you choose to compare your story to everyone else’s, burning the brightest fire for victimhood there is, you choose to dismiss anyone else’s experience.
I am your shoulder, your rock, here for you at the drop of a hat; but I will not burden you with my messiness, my feelings -- especially my pain. I am a codependent partner who bears the agony, the demons and the manipulation of my alcoholic boyfriend.
I will run for hope -- against emotional trauma, eating disorders, domestic violence, and for education. I will run for love.
In finding your light, you’ve proven that stories like yours and ours, stories dripping with hopelessness, are actually tales of hope -- hope that things improve, hope that fractured love heals, hope that the blessings we beg for find us in the end.