He couldn’t face anymore. He stared at the half full bottle of whisky and felt sick at the thought of it going down his throat. He took a sip of water and went to bed sober. He lay there in bed listening to a James Herbert audio book and reading Ted Hughes as the odd car passed by in the night. Eventually he dropped off to sleep a deep, sober sleep so different from the drunken ones he’d been experiencing recently. He woke feeling refreshed and alert ready to face the day instead of feeling tired and worn out before he’s even got out of bed. He knew this was the time to change and face the world and be there for the one person that had become the most important person in the world to him. Drunk he couldn’t do anything for her. Sober he could begin to help her piece together her shattered life again.
The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner