“This is it,” Beth said, tears streaming from her cheeks. “I told you that the next time you came home inebriated that I would leave you. You promised me that you would quit drinking, but now I’m calling your bluff. I’m packing my bags, grabbing the kids, and going back to live with my parents.”
“I’m sorry, Beth,” Kevin said. “The guys were celebrating the 300 game David bowled at league night. Everyone was toasting David. You can’t blame me for joining in. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Your promises are worthless. Too little, too late. Kevin,” Beth said. “You need to make a major adjustment in your life and I don’t think you’re capable of adjusting.”
“Shoot, Beth, won’t you give me one more chance?” Kevin pleaded. “If not for me, for the sake of the kids. Please.”
“Kevin, you are truly clueless,” Beth said. “I would have been amenable to making this work if you had agreed to counseling or to going to AA meetings, but you stubbornly refused, claiming you could resist alcohol’s temptation on your own, but clearly you can’t.”
“Beth, please,” Kevin cried.
“You need help, Kevin,” Beth said sternly. “You need to get your act together. Prove to me that you can do that and maybe we can reconcile down the road. Until then, I’m outta here.”
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (inebriated/late), Ragtag Daily Prompt (bluff/amenable), The Daily Spur (bowl/shoot), My Vivid Blog (blame/temptation), Word of the Day Challenge (adjustment/clueless)