"I'm an alcoholic and I'm not going back to my husband and my boys until I know that I'll never let them down again." Kirsten told Charlotte.
Well I guess its better that I'm finally admitting it.
FLASHBACK
When Kirsten first met Charlotte, she had just been shipped off as Kirsten liked to tell people. She felt like her family sent her there because they didn't want to have to deal with her "problem". Kirsten still wouldn't admit that she was an alcoholic.
Kirsten was sitting in the cafe by herself, she didn't like to get involved with others. The sooner she got done with the whole rehab thing, the sooner she could go home. She was afraid that interacting with others would make it so much more real.
"Hi! I'm Charlotte." she said sitting down.
"Hi. I'm Kirsten."
"Lemme guess, Alcoholic. Shipped off by your family and you don't think you have a problem."
"Um... how did you know?"
"You certainly don't look like your hear to beat your drug addiction." said Charlotte laughing. Kirsten didn't laugh. "Sorry when you've been hear as long as I have you start to be able to tell these things."
"How long have you been here?" asked Kirsten
"Three months. I know what your thinking. You don't want to make friends because it will make this thing more real, but I'm here if you ever want to talk. Bye." said Charlotte as she got up to leave.
After Charlotte got up and left Kirsten sat back in her chair. She's the first person that's acknowledged me here. Maybe one friend won't hurt. Kirsten got up from her chair and walked out into the garden.
"I was wondering how long before you decided you wanted to talk." Charlotte said from one of the benches.
"Well I deciede what's one friend going to hurt."
"So where are you from?"
"Newport Beach. How about you?"
"San Diego."
A week later Kirsten and Charlotte were inseperable. Kirsten was finally happy that she had someone to talk to.