Chris was working as a caddy when we met. It was the summer of the US Open so it was a lot of fun. We were hanging out at the bar every night. I did notice that he loved to party, but he’d never get abusive or angry. Social worker when you enter this office poster. He’d just drink too much. Some nights he’d fall asleep in the back seat of the car. Or pass out on the floor of my apartment. But he’d always apologize the next morning and everything would be fine. But the drinking seemed to get worse as the summer went on. One time I took a trip to Florida, and my apartment was trashed when I came home. That was my breaking point. I dropped all his stuff off at his parents’ house and blocked his number. But three nights later he sent me an email.
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It said: ‘You’re right. I need help.’ So I made some calls and helped him get a bed in a rehab facility. The next morning I took him to the treatment center, and I assumed that was the end of it. Social worker when you enter this office poster. But he kept calling. Every single day he’d call from the payphone in the lobby. He acted like a little baby at first. He wanted me to take him back. He wanted to know how long before people starting trusting him again. Then he’d get mad, and hang up on me. But he got more serious about sobriety as time went on.