29. Second Chance or Same Chance a Second Time?
The next day Tigger was sitting in front of the building, talking to Phil and Sam. He wasn’t chain-smoking or pacing, which made me wonder what was wrong.
“It’s my ex,” Tigger said. He told me a little about their relationship. “I totaled Tim’s Porsche. He said things don’t matter, people do. While he was on a business trip, I left our house unlocked for a week while I stayed with friends. Thieves took everything, including some family heirlooms. He said that’s why we have insurance. We bought a riverfront condo and dock. I crashed our boat and almost drowned. He didn’t say anything. I asked him if he was glad I was OK. He said I wasn’t OK, and he couldn’t watch me destroy myself anymore. I had to get help or get out. I didn’t think I needed help, so I moved into the warehouse. When the warehouse burned, I thought he’d take me back, at least until I got on my feet again. I haven’t heard from him. All I want is a second chance.”
“You don’t want a second chance,” I said. “You want the same chance with him a second time.”
“He owes me that much,” Tigger insisted.
“I’m sorry but I gotta disagree. Counting the Porsche, the robbery, and the boat, you’re asking for the same chance a fourth time. Nobody owes you that. People who shake off an addiction, get out of an abusive relationship, maybe survive some trauma, they owe themselves a second chance at happiness. Get clean and sober and give yourself that second chance.”
Today I will remember nobody owes me the same chance a second time,
but I might owe myself a second chance.
Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a reminder: Writing My New Story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)
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