This isn't fun

[prplcowboyboots]

Taylor started drinking again. I didn't know him when he used to drink. He came to Congress last Thursday's optimist club wasted. And yelled my name, slurring for me to come over and talk to him. I ran out and sobbed, made Emma take me home immediately, and continued pouring tears on my bed for an hour. Emma almost didn't let me out of her car. She

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[anonymous]

Alright, I'm going to cover my bases once again and promise that I am not trying to quote scripture at you, or anything like that. I would just like to affirm you once more in what I said, and that it is true. Galations 5:1 says, "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." Allow yourself to be free. Just give it up. God does not want you to be a slave to your pain. He only wants what is best for you, and for Taylor. Give it up and lift Taylor up to Him when you can, as often as you can, and bask in your freedom. I hope you can find joy and peace.

I love you, Ms. Allison. Please know that. You are excellent. You are loved by many. I hope that you get an e-mail. God bless.

(now I am off to read your poem)