Check, Please.

If your love is conditional, please check yourself out of my home. If you can’t love me for where I am at currently, in my state of recovery, I can’t be bothered. If you come to me saying “I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine,” from here on out, I have to walk away….

Dear Heart,

Dear Heart, You are going to learn to respect me one way or another. I wake up from nightmares of animals attacking me, panicked because I know there will be something new that I’m doing wrong, or being accused of. I had a terrible week and you simply made it that much worse. Nothing has…

Not My Job.

It is not in my job description as a loving, kind, and compassionate human being to halt my progress so I can muster up what little empathy I have left for someone who berates me day in and day out. It is their job, however, to wake the fuck up, be a man, and walk…