My Dearest,Dearest Love:
You know, you almost destroyed me. You took the clothes off my back, you`ve taken food out of my mouth and made me lie down with you in deserted houses, in filth. You`ve caused my family to disown me; made my brothers hate me; my sister is ashamed of me; my children have left me; and the last person in this world that truly loved me, has turned her back on me......my mother! I sometimes think about the "joy" you used to bring. How happy and secure you once made me feel, if only for a little while. You were great at first and then you began beat me down, use me: physically, emotionally, spiritually and financially. Regardless of the joy you used to bring, there is nothing in this world that can block out the pain, the humiliation and the shame; the memories of misery, the sleepless nights, the guilt, the days of loneliness, the craving.
This is a very difficult letter for me to write, very difficult. I`ve started this letter several times but the words just wouldn`t come. I just couldn`t get it right,but then I realized it`s something that has to be done,my life depends on it.
You made my life so unbearable that I have thought of ending my existence. I have committed crimes for you and gone to jail numerous times for you. Nothing else mattered as long as I had you, nothing! I walked all night in the snow just so I could have you. I didn`t care what happened to me. I didn`t care about how I looked, weather I was clean or dirty, not at all. Often I didn`t bathe, wash my hair or brush my teeth. I just wanted you at all costs! I even gave up God for you! I sold my body for you at any price, to anyone who wanted it. I didn`t care about protecting myself; AIDS didn`t matter, getting pregnant didn`t matter, who cared? I sold myself for you again and again just for you. You were my pimp, I was your whore I was whatever you wanted me to be!
You see, I loved you with all my heart and soul and what did I get in return for loving you? Misery and despair. Humiliation and shame. loneliness and poverty.
Yes, I know you Crack Cocaine, for what you really are. You made me your slave. Now I hate you. I hate you for all that you were and all that you are. I don`t need you anymore, I don`t want you; there`s more to life than you. I was willing to go to any lengths for you; now I am more than willing to go to any lengths to be without you.
I`ve found someone else, someone who can help me regain all that I`ve lost. I have found myself and have found recovery. I love recovery more.
I hate you Crack Cocaine, I hate you!!!
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I DECIDED TO RE-POST THIS LETTER JUST RECENTLY. THIS LETTER IS PENDING COPYRIGHT. IF YOU DECIDE TO RE-POST THIS LETTER PLEASE DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THIS LETTER FOR YOURSELF, DO NOT PLACE YOUR NAME UNDER THE TITLE AS THE AUTHOR. I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF SUBMITTING IT TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE AND IT IS PENDING PRESENTLY... YOU MAY RE-POST BUT PLEASE DO NOT ALTER IN ANY WAY, AND LEAVE CREDIT WHERE DUE - THAT IS, THE ORIGINAL LETTER CAME THROUGH THIS BLOG. YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO PLACE YOUR NAME AS THE AUTHOR - IF YOU DO - I WILL SEEK LEGAL ACTION. THIS LETTER WAS ORIGINALLY FOUND ON THE STREET IN SAN FRANCISCO AROUND, 1995, I HAVE KEPT THE LETTER EVER SINCE SINCE -- BECAUSE IT IS SUCH A GOOD WRITTEN LETTER.
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The Love Affair is Over - (Author Unknown)[/caption]I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO RE-POST THIS LETTER AND HAVE JUST GOTTEN AROUND TO IT. THIS IS THE ORIGINAL POST. THANK-YOU FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION.
