Nothing To Lose
December 14, 2011 § Leave a comment
He says I drink too much. I say “Yeah, I made that pretty well known.” He says “But I thought I could improve you. Now that you have me, you don’t need to drink.” And I wonder where he got the idea that I was sitting around waiting for the right person, drinking to dull the edges of loneliness. And I tell him that drinking has never lost me anything. He tells me that now it’s lost me him. And I repeat that drinking has never lost me anything.
It’s the same as it always is. They always assume I’m the lonely one when they leave. And when they call, later, they sound like dogs with cement in their throats, saying it’s alright, they didn’t mean anything, and can they come over.