I saw this in today's Sunday Secrets:
I really wanted it to be a statement about leaving T...but it isn't. I remember being out with him once, early on in the relationship, the first time he got really drunk- he said that he didn't want to "bring me down with him". I remember my reply was "Don't worry, you won't."
He's slowly but surely fucking his life up in many directions, that's for sure- and it's quite possible that he will sink. But I'm not afraid of how I could be impacting that. In a flight emergency, one has to properly secure their own oxygen mask before assisting others, right? Well, I'm attending to that, and that translates to getting the fuck out and not fighting to get a mask on someone that doesn't want to breathe. I can't force him into my lifeboat.
It is my job to make sure I take care of myself. Amen and Blessed Be that I have learned that lesson well.
