Life And Death Of The Party

You know, this party is actually pretty nice. After days of being on the road touring, I needed something like this. To most people, this would be boring, but I like the laid back atmosphere that some people don't get to experience at a party. I like how everyone is just talking to each other drinking soda or water. I like having the opportunity to talk to my manager as a friend. We needed this kind of bonding so we wouldn't fight with each other on the road. That would ruin the tour. It was nice to relax, sitting here with my wife, but then they came…with Her.

They came in through the front door and all the talking stopped. Everyone gave their full attention to Her, everyone except me. Everyone wanted a piece of Her, but I was the only one to resist. Even my wife had the rare urge to have Her sometimes. I knew what would happen to every single person who took their pleasure from Her; they would regret, but these people lived in the moment. Everyone caressed Her smooth body and took their fill only to wake up the next morning to problems. She always led to problems and regret.

There was a time where we were together, but not anymore. I think She still wants me though. Why else would She be haunting and teasing me like this? My group and I would be sitting in our hotel room and She would come in with one of them. Everyone had their turn with Her, but She would look at me, wanting me to be the one holding Her. She wants to be in control again, but I won't let that happen, I'm married now. She would make my vows meaningless and I can't afford that.

She'll even come to me in disguises, sometimes in my own home. I'll catch Her with my wife, sitting in her wine, mocking me. Sometimes She's in my friend's can. Sometimes  She's in my manager's glass bottle, sitting there crying because I won't take Her back. Why can't She understand that She almost killed me once, not once, twice.

I was addicted to Her; I used to have Her every night just to wake up every morning and throw up blood in the toilet. I would flush it as fast as I could so my wife wouldn't see. I didn't want to worry her. She made my body eat me from the inside out because I wouldn't eat. The pain was worse than when my appendix burst, but I needed Her. I thought, "Just one more. One more will make the pain go away", but it was a lie. I couldn't live like that anymore so I quit, but She snuck into my life again. She had the audacity to use my wife. That was Her last time, now it's final. I have nothing to do with Her now. After I quit Her the second time She became furious with me, but I don't care. I'm not an alcoholic anymore.

My life is so much better now that I don't have Her blurring my vision. I can make my own decisions now. She's still there, but I just grab my Diet Pepsi and my wife and I ignore Her. She'll always be there, but I have all that I need, I don't need Her anymore. Like I said, "I'm NOT an alcoholic anymore."