Another Painful Night

He repeated the words, ”I didn’t have anything.”

She wanted to lie down and writhe in pain, his words stung so bad.  She could see his pupils were dilated, his speech was once again slurred, and she could smell the alcohol across the room.  Did he take her as a complete fool who was blind?  She took a deep breath and said, “I know you’re lying but to talk to you about it now would be pointless.  You might as well go to sleep.”

He let out a sigh but didn’t say a word and got up and went upstairs.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word challenge (FOWC) – writhe

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Life Changes

I close my eyes and try to calm my life.  Since he left I have found it easier to manage the day to day, but there are those every once in a while things that are rough.  For the first time in my life I had to unclog a drain with a snake; it was pretty easy, although messy.  I had to worry about health insurance.  I went from my parent’s policy to his.  And I had to find my first place all my own; once again from my parents house to his.

I am aware of a relief from his absence, but down the road there may come a day I am not so sure of being alone.  Now it is just a weight that has been lifted.  I no longer have to worry about what he is doing and when he will be sober.  Not that I could control it anyway.  No more broken things in the middle of the night.  No more incoherent words.  No more worries of when will he get behind the wheel and go buy more.

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Two years later I realized I missed him.  I should say I missed the man I married.  But tragedy had struck.  His body had enough of the disease and began to shut down, until the day he was found in his bed, gone from life far too soon.  Me left wondering if there was anything I could have done earlier to slow or stop the disease.  But I remind myself… I didn’t cause it, can’t control it, and I couldn’t cure it.  Unfortunately neither could he.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – manage

Unmanageable

I do not condone his behavior

I’m sorry but I have no control either

If I did it would stop

He would not drink until he passed out

He would not disconnect from our family

He would not avoid food

He would not sleep long hours

He would not ignore the doctors

He would not slowly take his own life

With every drop he swallows

Leaving our lives seemingly unmanageable

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – condone

Spitfire

Your car sits

In the garage

Gathering dust

I can’t drive it

It holds too many

Memories of yesterday

Of when you were with me

When we were a family

When there was love

Now you’re gone

And it is such a tragedy

Struck down too young

By poisoning yourself

Day by day

Bottle by bottle

Drink by drink

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – garage

The After Party

They were at a party
The wine was flowing
She grew more and more agitated
He was downing glass after glass

It was his car they came in
And she would not let him drive
They went home in silence
The tension was high

When they arrived home
She left him alone
Unwilling to talk to him
He wouldn’t remember anyway

But when morning came
Her anger still fresh
She rebuked his decisions
To be so irresponsible

A fight ensued
And she finally thought
Enough of this life
I’d rather be alone

She packed her things
And left him with the bottle
Begging one more time
That he should get some help

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – rebuke