Who are you?

Friends.  
One word.  
Yet you seems to think that word means "door mat"
 
Yes.
You treat your kids like shit.  
No. Its none of my business.  
Yet if you yell at them on my property,  
I cant help myself
It burns my veins the way you speak to them.
I was not able nor allowed to stick up for myself when I was younger.  
I would have LOVED for anyone to help me during this time.  
Please. You see whats going on, just say something. ANYTHING! PLEASE!
I know how this abuse feels.  
You claim you would never....yet here you are
On my time. In front of me and mine.  
Sorry I had to call you out.  
Fuck you and what you think about me.
Our "friendship" can go fuck itself.  
Those boys deserve better and if you cant handle what I said to you out of care and concern
then we no longer need to be friends.  
I love those boys.  
Like the sons I never had.  
I would have loved someone to help me at that age.  
Get some help. Sober up. Toss your pills.  
Maybe youd see what we all see in those boys.  
They are awesome and fuck you for treating them like they are anything less.
And thats me being your friend.  
Yet you wouldnt know that would you?  
All you do is turn it around on me and how offensive and horrible I am....
Im sure you took your nightly meds when you got home, after you told me all of that, right?  
Washed those pills down with some hard liquor, because damn me? Right? How dare I?  
Right?!?! I know this because Ive been there dear.
I would love to say that this is the end, I really want it to be.  
I cannot mentally take your bullshit anymore.  
Your boys though...what to do about them boys...poor babies...excuse me, young men...
Their time is coming. To be free and fly away from their unstable nest...
I hope I can witness this transformation. Maybe in the shadows from afar...or maybe not at all...but remember...its all your fault.  
I will pray for you and your family every day.  
Sorry, not sorry....Isnt that what they nowadays?