I’m glad you relapsed. You fucked me over, lead me on, threw me under the boss, hoarded my weird p***, and you’re good for nothing. You never make me happy. You are worthless as far as romantic love is concerned. Now you tell me you’re s******* dysfunctional? You’re emotionally retarded, mentally unstable, physically invalid, bonerproof, and you can’t go on long hikes. What the f*** are you good for exactly? To top it off you’re am addict and refuse to make things right with me. If I’m going to court, I’m glad you fucked your sobriety. I’m glad you’re hurting. You are worse than worthless.