Claire and I had attended together our first service as friends. The Pastor's name was Robert. Robert was a kind gentle soul. He was very soft spoken.
Robert was a Baptist preacher, but he seemed to have a little but of a Pentecostal whip to it, for no Matter how soft that he spoke, when he would get deep down into his sermon, a new Robert would emerge.
He would start hollering and praising the Lord and dancing around telling of the wondrous works of the Lord.
He would preach hard and tell us to life our hands and start saying hallelujah! He would sing songs of praise and deliverance. For he seemed to have a deliverance ministry. His church was called. Missionary Baptist Church of Deliverance.
Singing, praising, worshipping, and prayer were a big part of the church service along with his fiery sermons towards the end of the service. I hadn't ever been to church but I would feel something moving in me every time I went into this church. It was as if God was trying to tell me something.
I would leave church with Claire feeling so much better. This made me wanna read my Bible more. And so I did.
Lenny on the other hand seemed to be getting deeper and deeper involved with his me friend Marcus and this drinking frenzy because he seemed to almost all the time now come home drunk. But everytime he would say that he only had 1 drink too many. As if that justified his drinking. I didn't even want to be intimate with him hardly anymore because his breath reeked of alcohol to where it seemed to be coming now out of his pours.
He went to work and continued to bring home the money, but our relationship and marriage seemed to start to suffer because he rarely now had time for me, but he couldn't see it past his drinking spells. Our marriage seemed to be in trouble.
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A Slave To The Bottle
Short StoryFunctional Alcoholic. Do you know anyone who is a functional alcoholic? This story is dedicated to my father, and the many other lives that are gone too soon from the abuse, and addiction from Alcohol
