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Post by Sheldon Hall on Apr 10, 2013 18:50:52 GMT -7
Sheldon sighed again. He had regretted what he said, he couldn't deny that. He already knew this was turning into an argument. But there was no taking back his words now, because there were no do overs in life. "That's not what I meant," he snapped, still not looking at the other himself. "I just don't want you drinking yourself to death," he said, turning to look at Mason again finally, "Because it's not any better contrary to what you seem to believe!"
Sheldon shook his head. He couldn't help the snort that escaped him. He just couldn't believe that Mason truly believed he was perfect. It would have been flattering if he wasn't so stressed. "I'm not always happy!" he snapped. It hurt a little that Mason thought he was. Because he realized it was probably his fault. For acting like he was. "I know, Mason. But there are people, who have been going through it just as long, who get help and eventually get better. I'm aware that it takes time. I know it won't happen overnight. You could at least try."
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Post by Mason Doom on Apr 11, 2013 13:38:18 GMT -7
"I'm not saying its any better." Mason snapped back, tears still staining his cheeks. "I'm trying to show you that there's always going to be a bad habit. I can't just stop drinking. That's like telling Jacoby to go home when he's suppose too."
Mason couldn't believe Sheldon was comparing him to other drunks. "And those people usually die on their relapse!" He practically yelled. "Is that what you want? I can relapse I've done it before." He said holding his head. "I don't want you to be disappointed when I fail at getting help," he said as more tears seemed to fall from his eyes.
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Post by Sheldon Hall on Apr 11, 2013 21:37:57 GMT -7
Sheldon heard Mason's words and flinched. He hated this. He hated arguing, and he especially hated arguing with Mason. He didn't want to do this. All he wanted was for Mason to be okay. That's all he'd wanted from the beginning. But he just couldn't prevent himself from getting frustrated. "Alcoholism is more than just a habit," Sheldon said bitterly. Because it was. It was a lot more,
Sheldon groaned, moving across the room and busying himself by waving his wand, cleaning up a mess that wasn't truly even there but for a few specs of dust and one shirt out of place. "That's not true," he said, "Show me the statistics of that claim. Many people get better. Without relapsing. People that get help," He sighed again. He hated that Mason was yelling at him. He was trying his best not to yell back, but it was hard. "You're more likely to die from NOT quitting than you are from quitting," he snapped. "I'll be less disappointed if you at least tried."
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Post by Mason Doom on Apr 12, 2013 0:44:41 GMT -7
Mason shock his head. He couldn't remember the last time they had had a argument. He was surprised they where arguing now instead of when he over dosed.
"I have tried and it didn't work. I've told you that." He said flopping back down on the bed and rubbing his eyes. "I can't sit in a circle and talk about my feelings to strangers. It doesn't work that way." He said with a softer tone. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to talk about this. But he figure since they where in the middle of this conversation the least he could do would be to not yell at Sheldon. It wasn't Sheldon's fault. He was just a concerned boyfriend.
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Post by Sheldon Hall on Apr 12, 2013 22:02:15 GMT -7
Sheldon himself was surprised that they were arguing this time when the last situation had been far more life threatening. Perhaps, in some ways, he had sympathised with Mason more the last time. After what had happened, he had thought about it himself. Had sat on that very bed and wondered if it would be for the best. He wondered if the sympathy had softened him. This time, while he empathised, he couldn't understand it. Not because he literally didn't. He knew it was a hard addiction to kick. But he couldn't comprehend it merely because he had never experienced it.
Another flick of the wand and there was not a single spec of dust in the room. Not that there had been much of it in the first place. His eyes drifted to Mason as he flopped onto the bed. His expression was already softening. He didn't want to argue. He just wanted to know that Mason would be okay. And more and more, he was not convinced that he would. "I know," Sheldon said quietly, "But maybe there's somewhere else you can go. Someone else you can speak to. I'm sorry," he added, voice just as quiet as he sat down next to him, "I know it's hard. I just hate seeing you like that."
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Post by Mason Doom on Apr 15, 2013 10:40:11 GMT -7
Mason looked up at Sheldon. "Don't be sorry," he whispered. "It's not your fault I'm like this." He wondered what it would be like doing it Sheldon's way for once. Every time Sheldon did something it seemed to always work out. "I'll talk to a therapist." He finally said "but not in a AA meeting." There had to be some guidelines to this. He wasn't going to talk to others with the same problem and hear about their sorry life's.
Mason glanced back up at Sheldon. "The room looks nice now." He added. There wasn't much to be cleaned but it always seemed that one of them never could clean the house. After all they both were extremely busy some days. He still felt guilty that Sheldon cleaned and he laid on the bed weeping.
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