“Perhaps you should believe in your ability to conquer your addiction. We all have our vices, Brenda. Yours are just stronger and more destructive than most.” He followed me to the front door and opened it for me. “Perhaps you should use this weekend as a blessing in disguise, time to fight against your addiction. It will make you stronger.”
“I’m strong, Mark. I’m strong enough to recognize and accept this for what it is, but that doesn’t mean I’m strong enough to fight it.” I walked through the door and looked at him. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning recovery won’t happen in a day either. You should know that.” With that, I walked to my car and got in, leaving him staring after me.
My phone buzzed in my hand and I pulled up the message with shaky fingers.<