ADDICTION
I Can’t Keep Watching Him Drink
It’s time to walk away
“They fired me.”
I stared at the message before setting my phone on the kitchen table. My forehead creased as I moved to the sink with the dog’s water bowl.
Watching the cold water pour from the faucet into the gray bowl, I searched my brain for something to say.
I twisted the faucet off and placed the water bowl on the ground before snapping up my phone.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” I typed back.
It wasn’t the right thing to say. I took the easy route.
Three dots immediately appeared. He was typing back.
I moved to the window and rolled down the blind as night began to take the sky. My phone buzzed on the table.
“Assholes! I didn’t even do anything wrong. I was late one time!” His next message read.
Here we go again. Another excuse, another person to blame. I didn’t know what to say last time or the time before. This time, I didn’t even want to respond.
I turned to look at the collage photo frame on the wall next to the refrigerator. Eight photographs stared back at me, each of me with different friends in different locations. The far left photo captured me and…
