To my son the drug addict…

What did I miss?  What difference would it make to this adulthood, this one, the one that you have right now?  Did I miss a crucial step that would have kept you from using drugs?  Did I miss some mysterious childhood mantra that would have given you more self love than this?

Why would you ruin this, our lives, with the makings of a mad man?  Drugs, drugs and more drugs.  You know, smarter than others, a brain that absorbs…why do you want this more than anything else?

I can’t stop the questions, because I can’t believe you!

This all feels familiar, not quite a de ja vu’, more like a fuck da you.  Who do you think you are?  There is not another chance for you to fill your world with lies, because we call you, liar!

So much hurt.  So much pain.  You left no stone unturned in your rampage through the lives of your loved ones.  I see the glass in your eye.  You will not see me again (as if you ever could).  If you saw me truly, this discussion would be void, it would not occur.  But, you must see me first.  This you have not done.  Will you leave my life without ever having known me?  Will you remain a stranger to the love of your mother?  Will you keep your journey lonely, without companionship?

We won’t let drugs into our lives again.  If that means you don’t get to be in our lives, so be it.