Loving an addict is hell.

There was a point where he spent so often in my bed that I'd get annoyed at him for taking up to much space. Now I don't even know if he has a bed.

We used to cuddle and kiss all night. The last time he hugged me it was half hearted because he was in too much of a rush to get more drugs.

There was a point where his smile was the most beautiful thing about him. Now all his teeth are rotting.

He used to tell me he "he simped over me" the last thing he said about my appearance was how he thought his friend looked better.

We used to eat together. I've skipped meals from the stress. Him eating ANYTHING is a good thing.

I don't know what's happened to his cat. He replaced him with a DOG that he gets his mother to walk. I miss that fucking cat.

He used to be charismatic. Now all of his friends are bums.

He cheated on me. I tried to forget it. He wouldn't let me forget any mistake I made though.

We used to have sweet nicknames for each other. Now I can't call him anything. I blocked his number for my own peace of mind because I gave up trying to get through to him. I deleted his number for finality in case he ever needed me again. No you don't.

He used to tell me I'd be such a good mother. The last thing he told me in regards to my parenting capabilities was "you deserved to miscarry"

It hurts too much to write more.