it’s been 8 years and i’ve decided to drink again
it’s been eight years and i’ve completely forgotten how good it can get. last week my friend who i’ve known since the second grade drank himself to death. he’s been my rock these past eight years. i only got sober because he promised to do it with me. we went to our first meeting together. now that he’s gone, i’m alone. when i received the call he had relapsed, i made a mental promise to myself that if he died, i’d drink after his funeral.
the thing is, when i made that promise, i’d imagined my life would be ruined. now that i’ve started drinking, however, my life has only improved. my wife, my kids, and even my sponsor haven’t noticed my relapse. in the meantime, i’m having the time of my life. in a way, i’m grateful reggie died. his death has allowed me to take back control over my life that for the longest time dangled over a cliff should i drink again. now i’m realizing there was no cliff. that’s about all i have for now.