You Never Call Me When You're Sober Novels & Stories

He hated the word because his first girlfriend called him her bitch, and since then, every woman was a bitch to him. I helped him get on his bed, then I sat. “You are going to rehab,” I said again, but this time with an air of finality. “Whatever,” Steve said; he seemed to have given up, but I knew he would fight back again when he sobered up. I allowed him rest, and while he did, I called a cleaning agency to come clean up the mess in Steve’s condo. He didn’t wake up until an hour after they left. Scratching his head, he entered the living room. “Hey buddy, when did you get here?” He asked, as he joined me on his makeshift dining room.

Now, it only makes my skin crawl. “How many times have you promised to go to rehab?” I spit. “How many times have you sworn that you’re ready?” “I’m serious this time. I promise, I’m sober.” “I don’t believe you.” “I’ve been sober for only a few days, and it’s…it’s hard, baby.” Her voice shakes. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve been craving some hits, but I’ve been trying.” God, she’s so sincere. I’d believe her if I didn’t know better.

My heart cried for his incredible courage. The other man shook his hand and then came to sit beside me. "Hi, my name is Krispin Righteous and I am an alcoholic and a drug addict. I have been sober and drug free for eighteen months. On the worst day of my life, I physically hurt a woman. That was when I reached rock bottom and decided to climb out of the pit. I am a better man but I fight this disease daily."

"What were you thinking of doing, don't do it. I've been there before we've all been there. I think we take after our father in terms of addiction and substance abuse but I want to change. I want to be a better person and I know that you do want to be a better person. Pia will pull through and she will be okay." "How do you know what I'm thinking of doing and how is it that you think that I want to do what you think that I want to do yes I feel like drinking yes I feel like just taking off the Earth according my supplier but I'm not going to do it the moment I walked away from my uncle and our father I lost any and all privileges where my supplies are concerned so no I will not be snorting t

“Guilt was eating at me, someone brought beer to the training, and that’s how it started. It ended with my downing two bottles of whiskey.” “Owen, I don’t know what to say to you. I am disappointed you drank to get away from your problems. You should’ve stayed sober and talked to Mel. I need to go now; I am meeting a client. Try and stay away from women who aren’t your mate.” “I will, mom.” She hung up the phone without saying anything else. I tried to call Mel again, but the same thing occurred. The call continued to ring without going to voicemail.

I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely Momma, I'm so sorry I'm not sober anymore And daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor To the ones who never left me we've been down this road before I'm so sorry, I'm not sober... anymore. -I looked at most of them wiping the tears from my eyes, but I always looked for Connor, somehow I was asking for his forgiveness. I'm not sober... anymore. - His gaze was on mine, serious as ever. Inexpressive. And I was crying- I'm sorry that I'm here again. I promise I'll get help It wasn't my intention I'm sorry to myself. I finished.

Soon, I was at my peak, and I couldn't even drive. I have no friends. No family except for Marietta and Valerie. I know I was wrong, but can't she give me a second chance? All I want is a second chance. I was drowned in my worries when a call came in. I didn't even bother to look at the caller. I just picked it obvious to who it was. “Yes,” “Are you drinking?” she asked. Looking at my phone to see if it was. I smirked. “Gloria, are you calling to mock me?”

Some people are outside with their bottles in hand, chatting and having fun. "Do you miss it?" I ask. Sometimes, I feel like this craving will never go away. "Often, like crazy," Kate replies. I look at her, surprised. She's been sober for five years now. "I thought it would get easier with time," I say, bewildered. Kate sighs. "You never fully overcome it, Sofia. We learn to live without alcohol and try to build a better life." At that moment, a young man stumbles out and vomits on the sidewalk. "That, I definitely don't miss," she points out.

The line went quiet for a moment, “I’ve never hated you babe, I got in a bit too far with drugs. Then we found out you were pregnant and I knew I had to get serious and take care of you guys. We stopped having fun and I guess I was mad at you but I was mostly mad at myself. I guess I was just angry I needed to let go of that lifestyle and I took it out on you. But listen Kay, I’m sober now and I’m so sorry we could have what we had. Can we please talk and I could show you?” “How did you call me again?” “I have been giving my cellmate my lunch everyday to talk to you, it sucks when you don’t answer.” “Wait you lose your lunch even if I don’t answer?” “Well yeah, it still costs money even if y

I didn't even know what I was doing, which was so frustrating. “Why are you so nice to me? You keep giving me mixed signals, which annoys me so much.” I dropped my hands and tried to pick up another shot when he stopped me, because if I took one more, then I would definitely pass out. “We need to get you sober.”