I get so tired of being the responsible one, this anger grown from the bitter root that is your irresponsibility and complete disregard for anyone but yourself or your own.
It doesn’t matter what I do or say. You will continue to be unaware, to wreak the havoc you always have upon those around you and then get defensive when you’re called on it.
If what you do or say only affected you and your own that would be one thing. But it doesn’t. It hasn’t. It never will.
I will do my best not to be your collateral damage. But I can no longer live in this garden choked by the vines of you.
The just and the unjust are under the same sun. We drink the same rain. Yet you must be open to both in order to grow.
I am not the Gardener. So I am releasing you to be stunted. I am releasing me to let you go.