December

Challenge: He Is Sober

December 20, 2019

I sat at my Mother's kitchen table listening to her rant about how horrible my husband is. This has been going on for the last two hours and it is the same thing over and over again.

"I bet that he isn't even sober, I bet that he is lying to you." I heard my Mother say which made me lose it.

"Enough! Please just stop talking! He is not a bad person and he treats everyone with respect. You only hate him because he used to drink and touched me one time." I yelled at my Mother making her stand up in anger.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that young lady! Just because he is nice to you and puts up the act with you does not make him a good person! You know what? I'll take the kids for the night and you can go home and see how right I am! I bet that is wasted right now!" My Mother yelled back making me even angrier than I was before.

"You know what? Fine, maybe I will. I will go back home just to prove you wrong." I then stood up and slammed the door behind me. I got into my car and started the hour ride to my house.

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Once I got to my house it was already really late at night but the lights in my house were still on. I turned off the car and got out making sure that the door was locked before I went to the front door of my house. I then opened the front door and dropped all of my things as I saw my husband laying on the floor with a lot of beer bottles surrounding him. He turned his head and when he saw me he jumped up and stumbled over to me.

"Hey, Babe, you're home early. Where are the kids?" His words were slurred and he could barely keep himself up. He then brought me into an embrace but I quickly pushed him off of me.

"Oh my fuck god, Mom was right. You lied to me, you are fucking sober at all. You're wasted right now." He looked at me with a stunned face before pulling me back into a hug.

"I'm sorry Baby, I couldn't help myself. I am so stressed and it was just there." He then looked at me again and leaned in to try and kiss me. I pushed him away again and he came at me again with anger and pinned me on the front door. His hands held my wrist tightly making them hurt. He brought himself closer to me and whispered, "Don't you ever try to fucking get away from me are we clear?" I just gave him a small nod before he crashed his lips onto mine once again.

He then backed away from the door with his hands still around my wrist. He tripped backward onto the floor making him fall and I fall on top of him. He then held me close and I felt his breathing slow. After a while his grip released and he started to snore.

I wiggled my way out of his grasp and ran to where I dropped all of my stuff earlier in the night. I pulled my keys from the purse and ran out the front door. I then got into my car and drove back to my Mother's house with tears streaming down my face the whole way. I didn't know what to do next but I knew one thing, I was never going back to that house with that man ever again.