96: The passing of the months

Demian

I clumsily looked at my phone. My vision was somewhat blurry, but I managed to see my wife's name.

My wife... My real wife was Dana, but I married Rachel.

Bad decisions appeared in my mind. I suppose I was vulnerable and they attacked me. I ordered another bottle of alcohol, but they refused to sell me more. They said they would call a taxi to come pick me up and take me home, but I didn't want to go back home to Rachel.

“Please, buddy! Give me one more bottle... My wife is dying in the hospital because of the curse I brought on her by cheating on her with her stepsister... I need a bottle to forget my problems!”

But after so many bottles, the pain did not leave my heart. My conscience was not relieved by the numbness the alcohol generated. There was nothing that could stop my pain.

They asked for my phone to call someone. I think they called Jeremy, but I couldn't confirm it, as I didn't have the strength to check. I sat waiting until he stood at the bar's door. He judged me w