It happened again.
Once again she was trapped fighting a battle she would certainly lose. Eying the bottle sitting innocently across the table from her, Mom used all her strength not to lunge at the bottle in an effort to stop the madness. Why was it taunting her so? She could hear the whispers and sighs, urging her to have a small drink, just one..
After the second night of the week long “partying”, the woman had an abrupt change of heart and tried to drop her drinking habits. However, it was not a simple task. Old habits died out hard, and this was something that would be difficult to get away from. After all, this had been her lifestyle for years! Maybe that was motivation enough to stop.
As she sat there amidst the wreckage of their constant partying, she laughed at how absurd the scene must be.
She was a bedraggled woman staring down a bottle of gin! Certainly a passerby would take one look at her and burst into silent chortles. Hair frizzed, eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot, and a messy outfit were certainly not the signs of a healthy woman. Though she certainly could not bring herself to care.. No, she was too far gone for that. All she needed to do was end this madness.
Lost in her own musings, Mom’s hand reached out for her glass unconsciously. One drink would not hurt.. all she needed was a little pick-me-up to get her through. Closer, closer she leaned to grab at the bottle.. No! With a small yell she chucked the glass, watching it shatter on impact, shards shimmering in the bright lights.
She could not give in just yet! The Lalonde’s were fighters and she succumb to her vices once more. She knew it was time to stop.. But all she needed was to escape the battle for now. But how?
