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     of him pleading with me about what he could do to make things better between us before
     the talk turned ugly.
    "How about staying sober for once. That would be a good start. I'm sick and tired
     of taking care of everything."
    He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me. "Oh poor you. For once in your pampered life
     you actually have to lift a finger and get off of your lazy ass."
    His words cut into me like a knife and choked the breath from my lungs. I should be
     used to the sting of them by now, but I wasn't. I should have learned that there was
     no use in arguing with a drunk, but I hadn't. I turned and walked away from him, knowing
     that separating myself from him was the only option at this point. Nothing I said
     to him would break through the haze of alcohol that had taken hold of his brain and
     his ability to think clearly.
    "Oh that's right. Walk away. It's what you do best. You are such a bitch!"
     

     
    Meg bumps her shoulder into mine and pulls my thoughts away from the past.
    "Hey, that guy that was checking you out left you a note," Meg tells me with a huge
     smile on her face as I turn around and shut off my switch. She hands me a folded up
     napkin as I glance to the back corner table that is now empty. I open it and in neat,
     block letters are the words:
     

     
    I laugh uncomfortably and push the note back at her. "I doubt that's for me. I'm sure
     he meant you."
    Meg glances at the words and then rolls her eyes. She thrusts the note back at me.
     "Oh please! He didn't even give me a second glance. He only had eyes for you. That
     guy is the sweetest ever. And you really are beautiful when you smile."
    She bats her eyelashes at me, and I lightly smack her in the arm before she makes
     a big deal about something that clearly isn't. Meg walks away laughing, and I shake
     my head at her back. I crumple up the napkin, shove it into my pocket, and get back
     to work, trying to forget about the cute guy in the corner and why in the world he
     would ever leave me a note.
     

     
    I finally get home from work at ten o'clock that evening, take a quick shower to wash
     the cake batter off of my skin, and sit down at the desk in my room. I power up my
     computer and open Facebook, automatically going to her page. I start a new private
     message to her, just like I do every single night before I go to bed. I know I should
     have deleted her profile ages ago, but I could never bring myself to do it. Obviously
     nothing about what I do is healthy, but I don't care. Every time I would hover my
     mouse over the settings of her page to delete it, my chest would tighten and I would
     struggle to breathe. Deleting it seems wrong. It would be like deleting her from my
     life. As much as I hate to think about her, I'm not ready to do that yet. Taking a
     deep breath and pushing past the pain, I type my post.
     
    Dear Mom,
    I miss you. I wish you were here.
    I miss you more today than yesterday,
    but not half as much as tomorrow.
    Love,
    Addison

 
     
    " Why do you hate going to the meetings so much, Addison?" Dr. Thompson asks as I settle
     in on the couch and notice a cup of coffee from Panera sitting on her side table.
     I close my eyes for a moment and pretend like I'm speaking to my mother while she
     sips her favorite coffee.
    "I just think they're pointless. It's not like I'm getting anything out of them."
    She cocks her head and smiles at me.
    "And yet you keep going back. You keep going back to the same place, week after week,
     with the same people. I know it's hard for you to go back to that hospital, the place
     you spent so much time while your mother was sick, but you still do it. Why do you
     think that is?"
    She sits there patiently, waiting for me to answer her, but I don't have an answer.
     I honestly don't know why I continue to go back.
    "Even though you won't admit it, I think going to these meetings gives you comfort.
     It makes you feel a little more normal because you know you aren't the