Just once more
by Cheryl, posted on April 22nd, 2011 in Red Writing Hood
Dear Lover,
I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t.
I tried to stay away from you.
But I knew you were there. And I was lonely.
I thought I needed you.
At first, I had this whole thing under control. We’d meet, briefly, usually in the late afternoon. You seduced me with your promises.
Left no trail of your visit.
But soon I needed more of you.
It got really tough to hide our relationship. I tried. I did, but my husband is not stupid.
He asked me right out if I was with you. And I lied. To Brock. Who I thought I loved way more than you.
The truth was, I wasn’t ready to break it off. You were what I thought about. Even when I was with Brock, when I listened to the steady beat of his heart under my cheek, I wondered when you and I could be together again. I couldn’t wait for Brock to leave in the morning so we could be alone.
Only we’re never alone. Are we.
I hear you calling to me, your song louder and brasher than my baby’s sweet chatter.
You want me to yourself.
You want to wrap me in your darkness.
You demand I give up everything for you – my husband, my son, me.
I don’t know who I am anymore when I’m with you. What used to make me happy?
I can’t do this anymore.
I want my life back. I want to stop hiding.
I need my little boy and I feel him drifting away from me, a brightly-colored sailboat in a cold grey ocean.
I’m drowning.
I’m done. I’m done.
Just once more.
Then I’m done.
This post is a work of fiction. It is a written from the perspective of Skye, and was inspired by the prompt, “Write a letter to your darkest fear,” for The Red Dress Club. It is about her battle with alcoholism.
Tags: alcoholism, Brock, Nano, red writing hood, Skye








Cheryl Reply:
April 22nd, 2011 at 12:27 pm
HA!!! It’d be much more dramatic, that’s for sure!!
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