He got married, and is now the kind of sober that falls off the wagon a lot.

I had a friend where we pretty much went our separate ways. He got married, and is now the kind of sober that falls off the wagon a lot.

I'm pretty sure his wife doesn't want him around me, and I understand. I do not want to be his excuse for drinking; I have no desire to be the scapegoat in somebody else's soap opera.

Early on, I did visit their house once. There was no alcohol in the house. Or I should say, there was no alcohol there that she knew of. Give me five minutes and I could find his hidden supply, I know it.

It felt sterile and alien. But she did buy his clothes for him now, which only made him look more white-knuckle.

No doubt they'll have kids and then divorce.



-jj

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