@#$%!!
@#$%!!
I walked outside with a cup of coffee to soak up some sunshine. Michaela must have had the same idea. She was standing on the edge of our parking lot, peering up at a hawk circling overhead. I stood beside her and watched the hawk.
Without prompting from me, she said, “I was drunk when Jayson was conceived. What a @%^&* cliché. Knocked up by my @#$%& high school boyfriend.” She turned to look at me before continuing. “I @%^&* hate being here. I hate being @%^&* sober. I hate #@%%+ AA.”
“You know you swear a lot,” I said, laughing.
“There’s a good %^&* chance I’m going to %^&* hate you.”
“Yet here you are,” I said. “You’ve stayed in treatment for a reason.”
“Because drunks make really bad moms, and Jayson deserves a good mom. He deserves a good father, but that wasn’t in the cards.”
“Did you ever notice you don’t swear when you’re talking about Jayson?” I asked.
She stomped her foot so suddenly and with such ferocity that I spilled my coffee. We both laughed, and she said, “I’m going to stay sober. I believe everyone deserves a good mom. I’m bitter, and I’d push you under a bus for a drink. Even so, I’m going to do what it takes to do right by him.”
“I’d admire people who act on their convictions,” I said.
Today I will act on my convictions.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
I walked outside with a cup of coffee to soak up some sunshine. Michaela must have had the same idea. She was standing on the edge of our parking lot, peering up at a hawk circling overhead. I stood beside her and watched the hawk.
Without prompting from me, she said, “I was drunk when Jayson was conceived. What a @%^&* cliché. Knocked up by my @#$%& high school boyfriend.” She turned to look at me before continuing. “I @%^&* hate being here. I hate being @%^&* sober. I hate #@%%+ AA.”
“You know you swear a lot,” I said, laughing.
“There’s a good %^&* chance I’m going to %^&* hate you.”
“Yet here you are,” I said. “You’ve stayed in treatment for a reason.”
“Because drunks make really bad moms, and Jayson deserves a good mom. He deserves a good father, but that wasn’t in the cards.”
“Did you ever notice you don’t swear when you’re talking about Jayson?” I asked.
She stomped her foot so suddenly and with such ferocity that I spilled my coffee. We both laughed, and she said, “I’m going to stay sober. I believe everyone deserves a good mom. I’m bitter, and I’d push you under a bus for a drink. Even so, I’m going to do what it takes to do right by him.”
“I’d admire people who act on their convictions,” I said.
Today I will act on my convictions.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
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