Rehab.

[honky_tonkangel]

When you first told me you were going to Utah for a month, I thought something was up. There is no way that anyone in their right mind who isn't a Mormon would voluntarily go to Utah. It just isn't normal. But I never thought it was for rehab. I am so seething mad at you that I could scream. You promised me... We talked about it and you promised me that you were clean now. I trusted you, just like I always have. I almost feel stupid for believing you now.

Still, as mad as I am, I'm really proud of you. For the first time since we've met, I see a real desire to change in you. A desire for yourself. Not one to hold a job or to make me happy, but because it's what you want to do. It breaks my heart that you're not okay, but it's reassuring to know that you're putting the pieces back together.

You've supported and loved me through everything since the moment that we met. Through plays, injuries, heartbreaks, friendships, all of it. You've been a constant in my life for as long as I can remember, and now I guess it's my time to be supportive of you. I love you kid. I wish you were closer so I could hug you and tell you how proud I am and that everything's going to be okay. And then so I could ring your neck for lying to me.

But things are going to get better.