by Lisa Frederiksen
What do you say when someone you care 
deeply about keeps telling you time and again they’re sorry.
They’re sorry, but they were drunk; or they’re sorry, but they must have blacked out; or they’re sorry, but they don’t remember; or they do remember and they’re so very, very sorry for…
- vomiting in your car (“Ah man… I don’t feel so good…”)
- peeing in your closet (“Hey… I thought it was the bathroom.”)
- picking a fight with your sister at your mother’s birthday dinner (She started it…it was none of her business whether I was having another beer, and what about you? You went along with her.”)
- trashing your house (“What do you mean I did this. What happened?”)
- trying to pick up your best friend (“Hey, she kept coming onto me, and that’s the last I remember.”)
I don’t have any answers, other than to say, as long as a person drinks more than their brains and body can process, there will always be a next time, sometime, and once again, they’ll be sorry, but…
