Dylan___
"My dad," I sighed. "He broke his promise. He called me in the middle of the night, and he was drunk."
"I'm sorry," she said, sympathetically. "That must have been hard to witness after he promised you he will be clean."
"It's just the same thing, over and over again," I buried my face in my hands. "Every time I believe he will make some progress, he is back to square one."
"Do you think he just does this to get a reaction out of you?"
My head shot up and I looked at her with a quizzical expression. "He's killing himself, Kathy. He has a problem."
"I am not denying that" she conceded softly. "But I meant... I mean, what else explains why he would call you when he is in that state? Maybe he wanted to hear some words of reassurance from you. Did you give him that?"
"I hung up on him," I admitted, pushing down the guilt I felt.
"I see," she frowned. "Maybe the best approach would have been to listen to him."