100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (...been much better off going to a strip club.") (c)2017
The main character didn't drink after losing his job over obsessing over his girlfriend-although he doesn't see himself being obsessed. Now he sits with his sponsor from AA to try to figure out how to get his life back on track.
We sit across from each other at The Waffle house on Highway 90. The sun's going down. Almost blinding it is.
"You know you would have been much better off going to a strip club or and a prostitute," he jokes. Those were the first words out of my sponsors mouth. I need guidance. I need him to tell me what to do. I have to get out of here. There is no help for me.
My eyes or filled with tears about to fall. I didn't take that drink. Wish I would have just to distract me from the doom I'm in now.
"How spiritual would that be." I scorn.
He lets out a long sigh, "Are you familiar with page 69 in the AA text?"
"Of course I am," I can't remember-I lied.
"What do I do now?"
"You go looking for a job."
"But I'm about to lose my place where I live. I'm not going to take a job that doesn't pay me at least thirty grand a year..."
"Boy, what type of excuses are those?" He cut me off quick. He continues, "You go to Labor Needs tomorrow morning and work. You need to see how bad it could get."
"And what's that mean?"
"You'll be around a few people who work there who work just to get enough money to get high and drunk. Sure there's people who don't work there for that reason. Look at you. You're a wreck. If she was to be like this to you would you still love her?"
"Of course, I would," I'm defensive.
"I told you it would be like this. You want to know how I know?" I can feel his eyes piercing through me. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of asking.
"Look at me." For some reason I look into his eyes.
"Because I went through this myself."
We sit across from each other at The Waffle house on Highway 90. The sun's going down. Almost blinding it is.
"You know you would have been much better off going to a strip club or and a prostitute," he jokes. Those were the first words out of my sponsors mouth. I need guidance. I need him to tell me what to do. I have to get out of here. There is no help for me.
My eyes or filled with tears about to fall. I didn't take that drink. Wish I would have just to distract me from the doom I'm in now.
"How spiritual would that be." I scorn.
He lets out a long sigh, "Are you familiar with page 69 in the AA text?"
"Of course I am," I can't remember-I lied.
"What do I do now?"
"You go looking for a job."
"But I'm about to lose my place where I live. I'm not going to take a job that doesn't pay me at least thirty grand a year..."
"Boy, what type of excuses are those?" He cut me off quick. He continues, "You go to Labor Needs tomorrow morning and work. You need to see how bad it could get."
"And what's that mean?"
"You'll be around a few people who work there who work just to get enough money to get high and drunk. Sure there's people who don't work there for that reason. Look at you. You're a wreck. If she was to be like this to you would you still love her?"
"Of course, I would," I'm defensive.
"I told you it would be like this. You want to know how I know?" I can feel his eyes piercing through me. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of asking.
"Look at me." For some reason I look into his eyes.
"Because I went through this myself."
Comments
Post a Comment