this morning #540.

this morning, he swiftly stripped the satin sheets off of his bed & told himself for the last time that this would be the last time. he understood that it was okay to fuck up but, at this point, it was less of a fuck up & more of a pattern. waking up in a puddle of urine had become his literally “dirty little secret” but without a medically valid reason, men of a certain age should never wet the bed. all that beer had to come out eventually though. by arriving home from the bar & passing out in his clothes in his bed without a stop at the bathroom, he’d sort of sealed his own fate. something had to change. he just wasn’t sure if he was ready for that change.