Perhaps I spent too much time worrying. After all, it wasn’t my problem but I couldn’t seem to stop ministering to his lack of self-control. I care more than he ever did and in the end I divorced the bottle, not him.
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A right way to care. Jettison in the bottle and starting life anew.
Yes, absolutely.
Good write. I like the way you divorced the bottle and not him.
Thank you.
Beautiful.
Thank you very much.
it’s hard to kiss a man when he has a bottle to his lips 😦
You are absolutely right.
Yes! Perfect. She deserves better.
Absolutely!
I like what “ministering” does to the tone of your story. It adds an attitude behind the words.
Thank you very much.
Can’t help someone who doesn’t think he needs it.
I agree 100%.