I have a friend that has been walking this journey of sobriety with me. Today she told she was going to have a drink. This was hours ago. I gave her some suggestions of things that help me. Part of me feels like I should have fought her rebuttals with more vigor. I didn’t want to cause her any shame, or abolish our atmosphere of trust. The possibility that I could have fought harder for her is floating in my stomach. Ultimately, I know the choice is hers.
Wonder whirls and whirls. I wonder if I could’ve talked her off the plank before she decided to scuba dive in tequila.