Robbie and Me

Rob.

I miss you.

I miss the old you.

I miss when we were growing up, and when we were best friends.

I still answer your calls. Even though I hesitate each time.

I ignore the calls sometimes. When I am trying to have a normal life.

But your my family, and your like a brother to me.

But when I answer the phone, and your drunk again.

Just mumbling to me. Random. Random thoughts of your family, your past father and mother.

The same thing every time. Your on the phone right now.

I know your dad is gone. I can not understand your pain.

But masking the pain with alcohol is not the answer.

Your mom and dad tried that. And they are both gone because of alcohol abuse.

You can't fix your sister and her baby, and her baby on the way.

You can't make your parents come back, or your brothers be normal.

You can attempt to save your own health, what you have left of it.

And be happy with your partner Gregg.



I miss you. I miss our real conversations. When I could talk too. When I could talk, and you would answer back. When you and me were best friends. I love you. I love you, but I have to push you away. Understand that I need to do this for my life and my family.

The alcohol abuse, the drugs in the family, and the just abuse all around. I can't handle it. I can't expose my family to it. I am not better then you. I never will be. But the choices I make in my life are different then yours.

I wish you the best. You are not being written out of my life, I just need some space. I love you. Gack.