Dearest Whitney,Now that you have let him go, never ever turn back. Why? Because yours was a sick sad codependent relationship, one that will never end unless you end it. He is a mess, and he will always make you think it's ok for you to be a mess. You can't both be a mess. Did you see yourself in that photo with the twisted wig and fur coat on a midnight run to the gas station for cigarettes? How does that even sound to you? That wasn't you. That was you with a side of Bobby. Shouldn't your man have told you you looked crazy in the wig? Shouldn't he have nixed the fur coat? Perhaps told you that you were behaving like a fiend? He told you it was ok. This is it girl, run. Run to the opportunity of a lifetime. We look forward to the comeback. Fly Whitney, fly high. High like a bird in the sky. But this time skip the cocaina.
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