47. Get Through

Norman said, “Don’t know how I’ll get through this.  My wife and my kid hate me.  I hate me. Marcus next door would hate me if he understood how this is my fault. His parents don’t like me very much.  Neither do my son’s teachers and his coaches. No, don’t know how I’m gonna get past this.”

“You’ll get past this,” Andra said. “But when you do, don’t forget what you’ve been through.  I did, and that’s how I relapsed.” 

She took his arm in hers and they walked down the long hall to the group room.

Today I will remember what I’ve been through.

Sober Not Somber © 2015 by Ken Montrose

(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)