Describe what you see
An image that conveys the pain of a man who has given up on himself, unable to overcome his fear, his fear of life and the problems that come his way one after another.
Describe what you feel
I see a man's silent and painful struggle to survive, pleading for help. I feel for a family that's close but doesn't know how to help him.
It's hard to describe the joyful weekends Henry had at home. At first, before we were married, they were get-togethers with his friends, and then he brought the booze home. Every Monday, it was the same arguments and the same pain. He kept telling himself that this would all end soon. When the last of the children graduated, the pressure would end.
But it wasn't like that. At the last of the children's engineering graduation, he simply increased the dose. It wasn't the weekends anymore, early in the morning, where instead of pancakes for breakfast, he would have a drink to cheer himself up.
That weekend I was about to abandon him, leave him alone. I simply couldn't stand him anymore. He wasn't the man I married, the one I was going to make my home with. But something stopped me. His ring on my hand suddenly shone, reminding me of the alliance we had formed, the promises made on that wedding day. I had to try one more time.
The "Get up, you can do it" became our greatest daily strength. Now it was just you and me, in this brave fight. I was sure I could do it. Tomorrow would mark one year since that day we started again.
I can't know if it would have lasted forever. A car accident with a drunken person snatched him away from me.
Never stop trying again and again.
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This text corresponds to my participation in the freewritehouse challenge A picture is worth a thousand words
ESPAÑOL VERSION
Describe lo que ves
Una imagen que puede sentirse el dolor del hombre que se ha lanzado al abandono, no ha podido vencer el miedo, el temor a la vida y a los problemas que le llegan uno tras otro.
Describe lo que sientes.
Veo la lucha silenciosa y dolorosa por sobrevivir de un hombre, pidiendo ayuda. Siento a una familia que esta cercana pero que no sabe como ayudarlo.
Es difícil describir los fines de semana alegres que llevaba Henry en su hogar. Al principio, antes de casarnos eran reuniones con sus amigos y luego trajo la bebida a su casa. Cada lunes era los mismos argumento y el mismo dolor. Se repetía que esto terminaría pronto. Cuando graduemos al último de los hijos la presión se terminara.
Pero no fue así, en la graduación de ingeniero del último de los hijos simplemente aumento la dosis. Ya no eran los fines de semana, temprano en la mañana, en vez de panquecas en el desayuno se tomaba un trago para animarse.
Ese fin de semana estaba apunto de abandonarlo, dejarlo solo, simplemente ya no lo soportaba más, no era el hombre con el que me case, con el que iba hacer mi hogar. Pero algo me detuvo. Su anillo en la mano brillo de repente, me recordó la alianza que habíamos formado, las promesas en ese día de la boda. Tenia que intentarlo una vez más.
El levántate tu puedes, se convirtió en nuestra mayor fuerza diaria. Ahora eramos solamente tú y yo, en esta lucha valiente. Estaba segura de poder lograrlo. Mañana se cumpliría un año de aquel día que comenzamos de nuevo.
No podre saber si hubiese durado para siempre, un accidente de transito con una persona pasada de tragos, lo arrebato de mi lado.
Nunca dejes de intentarlo una y otra vez.
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Este texto corresponde a mi participación en el reto freewritehouse A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
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