Post by gear on Sept 15, 2011 10:25:46 GMT 10
Prompts: Addiction (#3)
Summary: Once an alcoholic, you are branded for life. And it doesn’t get easier. You just get better at masking it. At dulling the sensation. But it doesn’t get easier. (Warnings: Alcohol Abuse)
Rating: PG13
Title: Alcoholic
Words: 315
It doesn’t get easier. Did you know that the healers say that once you’re an alcoholic, you’re always an alcoholic, no matter how long you have been off the stuff? You are forever marked, branded as surely as if with a flaming poker.
It has been more than a decade since I touched liquor but it is still so very tempting. After the debacle with the Lord of Stone Mountain, the first thing my mind went to was how much I wanted a drink. Oh, you get better at ignoring the addiction, but it is still there, lurking, waiting.
I keep a bottle in my room, just to be able to test myself, to see if, perhaps, today will be different; today I will not want it. I don’t like it around the place, all my men know that, but they don’t know quite how masochistic I am. Sometimes, when another friend is dead, or another battle lost, I’ll take it out and hold it, fighting with myself. It is worse after I have endured yet another ball, or court function – the grandeur and sheer waste that goes into those things just gets at me in a way that nothing else does.
Your friends help, and maybe, for some, your family. As an only child whose mother died in childbirth and a father even deeper in his bottles than I ever was, I wouldn’t know. But while I would argue that my friends are among the best in the world, even they cannot carry the load for you.
I want to say so very badly that it gets better, that you don’t think of it as much after a while. I would like to think that it gets easier. But that would be a lie. And while, I am so many other things, I like to pride myself on being truthful, if only to myself.
Summary: Once an alcoholic, you are branded for life. And it doesn’t get easier. You just get better at masking it. At dulling the sensation. But it doesn’t get easier. (Warnings: Alcohol Abuse)
Rating: PG13
Title: Alcoholic
Words: 315
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It doesn’t get easier. Did you know that the healers say that once you’re an alcoholic, you’re always an alcoholic, no matter how long you have been off the stuff? You are forever marked, branded as surely as if with a flaming poker.
It has been more than a decade since I touched liquor but it is still so very tempting. After the debacle with the Lord of Stone Mountain, the first thing my mind went to was how much I wanted a drink. Oh, you get better at ignoring the addiction, but it is still there, lurking, waiting.
I keep a bottle in my room, just to be able to test myself, to see if, perhaps, today will be different; today I will not want it. I don’t like it around the place, all my men know that, but they don’t know quite how masochistic I am. Sometimes, when another friend is dead, or another battle lost, I’ll take it out and hold it, fighting with myself. It is worse after I have endured yet another ball, or court function – the grandeur and sheer waste that goes into those things just gets at me in a way that nothing else does.
Your friends help, and maybe, for some, your family. As an only child whose mother died in childbirth and a father even deeper in his bottles than I ever was, I wouldn’t know. But while I would argue that my friends are among the best in the world, even they cannot carry the load for you.
I want to say so very badly that it gets better, that you don’t think of it as much after a while. I would like to think that it gets easier. But that would be a lie. And while, I am so many other things, I like to pride myself on being truthful, if only to myself.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!