Personal Narrative: I Quit Drinking At Home
How hard is it to get some help around here? I work so hard to support my son and I ain’t got off until today. I quit drinking for my wife originally. That’s why we married.
I struggle to stand. I’m knocking glass over and dripping blood somehow, but I get to the nearest corner I can find. “Dad!” he shouted, “What happened?” In my mind, he already knew what happened. I was hanging with Cork, probably the wrong decision, and I shouldn’t have done that, and yadda yadda yadda. He knows about the whole story where his mother married me after I quit drinking. I guess that spark of drinking never fully died, even after almost twenty years. “I’m fine, Matt. I’m fine,” I of course said in that voice you use when you’re trying to convince people
I struggle to stand. I’m knocking glass over and dripping blood somehow, but I get to the nearest corner I can find. “Dad!” he shouted, “What happened?” In my mind, he already knew what happened. I was hanging with Cork, probably the wrong decision, and I shouldn’t have done that, and yadda yadda yadda. He knows about the whole story where his mother married me after I quit drinking. I guess that spark of drinking never fully died, even after almost twenty years. “I’m fine, Matt. I’m fine,” I of course said in that voice you use when you’re trying to convince people