My parents haven’t had time to love each other since I relapsed for the last time. All they ever worry about is me. I am afraid that when I die they will have nothing in common anymore. I do not want to be a wedge in my parent's relationship. Once I am gone everything will be better. Anna will be able to play hockey and be herself, instead of worrying about me the whole time. Jesse will finally get the attention he has been craving for. They don’t realize how much of a burden I have put into their lives. I hope that when I am gone they will be able to have fun again.