One of the girls I went to rehab with didn't text me this week.
It's not like we were having particularly deep text conversations. She would just send me positive messages, like a "good morning", and "I hope your having a beautiful day".
I never reply on time, but I always made sure to text her back later in the day, maybe give her a call to have an actual conversation. It is nice keeping in touch with rehab people and true alcoholics. They have a deeper understanding of the situation.
Last week she told me she almost drank. Found some vodka she forgot about in one of her old hiding spaces, while cleaning some stuff up. Put the bottle to her lips when her husband walked in. He stopped her, and she went to a meeting.
She has been having a rough go of it. Hard time finding a job in her field. Not too much to do without work. A nigger crept on her in her favorite AA meeting, and she was uncomfortable going back to that one for awhile after.
But she didn't text me this week. Made me kinda suspicious, so I texted her, which is something that I don't really do.
No response.
Called her.
No response.
She called me last night. Week long relapse. Zero to 60 in no time flat. Told her husband she was going to leave him. Even got so far as packing up her cats while she was blackout drunk.
Her husband got her under control eventually, but ya hate to see that waiting for you, knowing it is all so close, just one drink away
One of the girls I went to rehab with didn't text me this week.
It's not like we were having particularly deep text conversations. She would just send me positive messages, like a "good morning", and "I hope your having a beautiful day".
I never reply on time, but I always made sure to text her back later in the day, maybe give her a call to have an actual conversation. It is nice keeping in touch with rehab people and true alcoholics. They have a deeper understanding of the situation.
Last week she told me she almost drank. Found some vodka she forgot about in one of her old hiding spaces, while cleaning some stuff up. Put the bottle to her lips when her husband walked in. He stopped her, and she went to a meeting.
She has been having a rough go of it. Hard time finding a job in her field. Not too much to do without work. A nigger crept on her in her favorite AA meeting, and she was uncomfortable going back to that one for awhile after.
But she didn't text me this week. Made me kinda suspicious, so I texted her, which is something that I don't really do.
No response.
Called her.
No response.
She called me last night. Week long relapse. Zero to 60 in no time flat. Told her husband she was going to leave him. Even got so far as packing up her cats while she was blackout drunk.
Her husband got her under control eventually, but ya hate to see that waiting for you, knowing it is all so close, just one drink away
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