Addictions and Alcohol

The longer we lived t.ogether, the more attached I became to her. But it wasn’t mutual.

She began to delight in making me look foolish in .front of my .friends. But I still couldn’t give her up.

It became a love/hate relationship. I figured out that her glamour was nothing more than a cheap mask to hide her spite and cynicism behind. I could no longer see her beauty after I came t.o know her true character.

But old habits are hard to break. We had invested many years in each other. Even though my relationship with her made me lose a little respect for myself, she ha.d become the center of my life. We didn’t go anywhere.

We didn’t do anything. We didn’t have friends over. It was just the two of us. I became deeply depressed and knew that she was largely responsible for my misery.

I finally t.old her I was leaving her for good. It took a lot of guts, but I left.

I still see her around. She’s still as beautiful as when we first met.

I miss her now and then. I’m not boasting when I say she’d take me back in a minute.

But by the grace of God, I will never take up with her again. If you see her, just give her my regards. I don’t hate her. I just loved her too much.

Chances are you know her family. The name’s Alcohol.