“I love you,” She said. “I really love you.”
I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I am not used to such blatant flagrations of one’s love for me.
“Sweetheart, come on inside and go to sleep,” I replied.
We walked into my bedroom upon where Rosa hugged me deeply.
“I need more beer,” She said. “Will you go get me some more?”
I sighed. I am experiencing some weird kind of hell after being an alcoholic for years. I drove Rachel crazy with my drinking.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need anymore,” I replied.
“I really, really need another beer,” Rosa replied emphatically.
I got in my car and drove over to the convenience store. I bought us both a 24 pack of Budweiser using my debit card. I then drove home in a flush of traffic as people went about their day.
“You are the best thing a woman could ever want,” Rosa said as I walked inside my apartment with that 24 pack of Budweiser.
“I understand,” I said solemnly as me and Rosa cracked open a beer.
Rosa then went about changing her clothes and undressing fully. I can’t say it was the most beautiful sight in the world. She has lived a hard life. She crawled into my bed to go to sleep.
“I love you,” She said once again as I sat at my kitchen table drinking a Budweiser.
“I love you too, sweetheart. You go to sleep,” I replied as I sat there getting drunk.
What tangled webs we weave, I thought as I sat there drinking that Budweiser. Rosa just needed someone and she picked a poor choice in me. What am I doing? I am drinking the beer I bought for her. We drunks live convoluted lives.