u/Fun-Honeydew-8117

You live in a luxury apartment by the beach. Your rent is zero and you actually get a check from the housing authority for your utilities.

I helped you, I liked you. You wanted to move to be closer to a loved one, to help out. I processed the paperwork, inspection, tracked down your 30 day notice from your current landlord.

Fast forward, you disagreed with your new landlord about parking and some other things.

You contacted me and apologized for any inconvenience and said you would like to stay where you are.

I got an email from your landlord, that you have been smoking in your “non-smoking” unit and building. That you also have a male living here that is not included in the household.

Your current, luxury apartment landlord emailed me today that you are DEFINITELY smoking (not just cigarettes) in your unit and there is also an unnamed, male very much living there.

I hate this situation. I don’t want to be a part of you losing your Section 8 voucher, but shit, you are making It very difficult.

Try a little, will ya?

My Mother was the woman that got up and went jogging every morning when we were kids. Created an incredible childhood with Summer days filled with friends at the beach and our cozy neighborhood.

As we got older, you returned to work, running complicated departments in the corporate world.

You always looked beautiful, your clothes and style, immaculate. You were my “ go to” for everything.

Here we are, your teeth are not white, you are the heaviest you’ve ever been, you don’t care to shower and barely care about anything.

I love you more than life itself but I cannot stop feeling guilty for wanting you here. You deserve peace.

Endless antibiotics for UTI’s, the confusion and sadness, the deterioration of your body is devastating.

I want you here forever but I I know , deep down, you need to go.