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Nov. 24th, 2020 02:55 pmHopper has tried counting the days. He's tried not counting the days. Neither one seems to give him more peace than the other, so mostly he's started to just focus on getting through a day. Each one at a time, which he's pretty sure is something they've said in the meetings he's still going to, even though he finds himself not listening half the time.
He feels like shit about that. These meetings are meant to help people, help him, but he still hasn't managed to say anything about himself beyond his introduction at the third or fourth meeting he had attended. He kind of feels like shit about that, too. Turns out getting sober leaves a lot of room for feeling like seven kinds of shit and Hopper understands more and more with each passing day why people slip.
He hasn't, though. He's trying really goddamn hard not to and the reason for that is sitting across from him in the living room, flipping through the channels on the TV without settling on anything in particular.
Right now he owes her more than just not fucking it up and so he crosses over to where she's sitting, his glass of soda in hand, and once he's set that on the coffee table, flops down beside her.
"Hey," he says, giving her a nudge with his elbow.
He feels like shit about that. These meetings are meant to help people, help him, but he still hasn't managed to say anything about himself beyond his introduction at the third or fourth meeting he had attended. He kind of feels like shit about that, too. Turns out getting sober leaves a lot of room for feeling like seven kinds of shit and Hopper understands more and more with each passing day why people slip.
He hasn't, though. He's trying really goddamn hard not to and the reason for that is sitting across from him in the living room, flipping through the channels on the TV without settling on anything in particular.
Right now he owes her more than just not fucking it up and so he crosses over to where she's sitting, his glass of soda in hand, and once he's set that on the coffee table, flops down beside her.
"Hey," he says, giving her a nudge with his elbow.
