You told me you had lost all desire for it.
You attended your classes Tuesday nights.
You picked your sponsor and started working
through the steps.
“Sweetie, our life’s going to be better.
I’m going to be home,
and I’m going to be the mom you deserve.”
You went out with Mike.
When he brought you home,
you both sat down on the couch,
and you tried to hide it.
You looked me in the eyes and lied.
Screaming and crying, I ran to get Paige.
Mike grabbed me,
and I told him to get out.
After he finally left,
and Paige locked herself in her room,
I held your hair as you puked.
I changed your clothes
and put you to bed.
I stayed home from school the next day
you were so sick.