You Is What You Is

Brainofdz

She attempted to speak, but he didn't even hear her. He ranted on about "the best Pearl Jam show he ever went to". It sounded boringly similiar to every other Pearl Jam story he ever told, and he told alot of them. He mentioned how big the tits were of a nearby girl, and how great Porch sounded. "Best version ever" he remarked. She didn't care, and began to see him for what he truly was, a disgusting drunk.

Brainofdz

The next morning she woke up a bit later than usual. He was gone which startled her more than a bit. She was becoming quite used to his schedule, and these early morning hours certainly weren't part of it. She slipped her robe on, and went to fill the kettle. As it heated up a series of scenarios flooded her head, one more disturbing than the last. Her lip began to quiver a bit as she considered the worst, but no tears came. She almost felt dry of them. As she was finishing her tea, he came waltzing in the back door. "Where you been hon?" I had to go to one of those meetings, you know, to keep probation off my back. "How was it", she inquired? Not that bad actually. She then noticed a small medicine cup in his hand filled with thick cherry colored liquid. "Is that.....?" Yes it is, he interupted; thought I might try to lay off the other stuff. She tried to maintain her blank stare, but couldn't help crack a slight smile as she thought to herself "Oh please God help him, I know he wants to change, I just know it" Don't go getting all happy, he warned, as he smiled a bit too. "I won't" she said, as her grin broadened widely. Then a few tears did ascend down her face.

Brainofdz

When he arrived home the next day, she could tell he was drunk. She was mildly surprised. That was the funny thing. She always believed his rants. She always thought it was a matter of time before he got it together. She willfully set herself up for the pain he inflicted. It was a disgusting cycle, and something had to give. Even in his drunken state, he realized that much.