Drinking was a problem for him. He knew, his family knew it and he suspected his wife knew it, but didn’t want to bring it up.
With his family history he had once thought it was inevitable, but now, he could finally see that he had the choice to make and he’d kept choosing the wrong thing. He kept choosing the drink, when clearly he needed to choose life and taking care of himself. And Beth, if he was honest.
Beth was the light of his life and he didn’t want to end up like his father. He didn’t want to end up choosing alcohol over his own wife and having her walk away. Or worse, pushing her away.
He had never dealt with his father issues and clearly, that was a trigger for him. He felt a similar emotion, he had a drink. He felt as though he couldn’t deal with something, he had a drink. That was no way to live life. Life was about facing your problems and Beth would help him, he knew that. All he had to do was ask.
He thanked God that he could finally see the patterns in his life choices and how in the end, drink always made him feel bad. It was ironic; he had a drink to make himself better, but it always ended up making him feel worse. That was sign enough to give it up. It truly believed it had served a purpose once, but he needed to let that go, because he didn’t actually need it anymore and his focus had changed.
He’d get through it, but it wasn’t going to be easy.
“When has anything you’ve ever done been easy Mark?”
He realised he must have spoken aloud.
Beth came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She kissed his back through his shirt and said, “We will get through this together. We found each other and neither of us are letting go.”
With support and love like that, he was sure he was going to be okay.