I can’t save you. I failed. The latest silent treatment was the result. I got frustrated with you. And my voice got louder.

I know you told me you did not want advise. I was trying to show you there was another way. You can choose. But you did not want to.

And I just became more and more frustrated with you. I give up. You are going to have to decide: do the choices you take benefit you or not.

You are going to have to decide whether you want to live or die. Maybe not literally but figuratively.

I wanted to show you the different alternatives you had. You did not want to listen to any turns you could have made. Every way which I suggested it was no.

I am tired of it. And give it (???). It just gets me in trouble. You want to wallow in your misery. It is always your choice. To live or die. Does the decisions you make benefit you?

Maybe you don’t want to ask that question. There is always another way. I wish you would start looking at the choices, yes you possess. There is always another way.