"Why are you doing this to me!!!" she said with her eyes shut tight like she does when she yells extremely loud.
"You know exactly why. If you wont listen to me and get help then your going to suffer the consequences." She can be so stubborn sometimes, she got it from her mother's side I believe.
"You knew I was like this when you met me, you had the same problem too, you know. Im not the only one with issues."
"Key word: Had. I had the same problem but I got help and got over it. You need help dammit! I wont have Seattle's biggest whore in my house, sharing my bed at night. Call me when you're in rehab. I'll come visit."
She uncurled her fist to pick up the bags I made her pack earlier. As she opened the front door she turned around and looked at me in the eyes with and intensity I've only seen in the privacy of our bedroom. "You used to love me with passion and a desire that I almost couldn't handle, but rehab changed you so much. I don't want to have that dead look in my eyes like you do every time I turn out the lights at night. . . Don't worry about me." She put her hand to her lips and blew me a kiss and gave me a wink. She was trying to look strong, like this didn't matter or hurt one bit.
I know her more than she cares to admit though. I could tell her hand was trembling and the way one tear almost fell from her right eye as she winked at me.
She'll be back. She always comes back.