Real Life

Gray

 She was a smart girl who planned on becoming a nurse, he was a high school graduate who didn't have anything planned. She was quiet, polite, had manners. He was loud, obnoxious, and didn't use his manners very often. You know what they say, opposites attract.

She had a bun in the oven and she had just gotten into medical school. Though her mom had been given a few months to live, she was as happy as she could be. They had decided to get married so her mother could attend the wedding.

He was doing okay. He had the love of his life by his side, a decent job as a truck driver, and his first child on the way. Though he lost most of his football scholarships due to his knee injury, he was as happy as he could be.

They gave birth to a beautiful baby girl three months before the woman's mother past away. He stuck with her through her grief and her outbursts, never leaving her alone. Who could ask for more? They were ready to conquer their life together, and they did for a while before it started going downhill.

Ten years later with two more kids, both boys. She graduated medical school and became a nurse. They were all happy and satisfied with life. She had her dream job and her ideal family with a nice home. He had the same job, his family, and a nice home.

It started with a back injury sustained while at work, putting him on disability. First came the surgerys and then the medication. So much medication. How could he not become addicted?

He hid it very well for the longest amount of time, before he started to become immune the medication. So he moved on to the next substance, alcohol. He began to neglect his duties to his children, his wife, and his life. He slowly started to tear apart the family they had become.

They always fought and she began to see who she really married. She began to see all the things she was too blind to see before. The way he couldn't manage his money, his neglect towards others feelings, the way he was never level headed.

She couldn't tell if he was the man she loved before. Sometimes he was and other times she couldn't recognize him. She tried to piece back together her family, but she couldn't do it alone.

He couldn't stop abusing the substances and she couldn't stop loving him. She wouldn't give up and he wouldn't get help. They slowly began to see eye to eye, picking up the pieces together. He was the black and she was the white. They had to help each other build the gray.