I'm so done with you. I thought when we had our baby you'd stop smoking meth. I thought you wouldn't let it consume you like it did my father. Men like you will always choose drugs over your own children. We may live together but just know I'm done. I wanted so hard to be a family, for him to have his dad. You chose the meth, then I choose you not to see or hold him. We will be better off without you. Have fun in your endless cycle of addiction. I've tried to help you; however you just continue to shut me out and not accept help. So long have a good life because we will.