R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
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was there?<br />
“You can’t live a normal life without them.”<br />
Jake straightened and looked directly into her eyes. “What’s normal? Why do<br />
I have to be like everyone else? Do you want me to find a job where I sit in a cubicle<br />
all day and move memos from one side of my desk to another and wait for the next<br />
meeting?” He paused and clasped his hands together like he was trying to quell<br />
the tremors. “I’m a poet. I need to be allowed to live my own life. The medication<br />
cuts me off from who I am. I can’t live that way.”<br />
“The medication let you finish college and write your book. You would have<br />
never been able to do that without it.” She remembered the pride she felt when he’d<br />
told her about the book contract. She’d felt like a champagne glass overflowing<br />
with bubbles and sweet wine. All she’d ever wanted in life was for her son to<br />
succeed and be happy—wasn’t that all any parent could ask for? Now, all she felt<br />
was the twist of guilt and the throb of frustration and fear.<br />
He looked away from her, his body stiff. “Those were all poems I wrote before<br />
I started the meds. I just finished the work I’d begun before I started taking them. I<br />
can’t write more if I stay on them.”<br />
She felt like a traitor. “You’ll keep getting in trouble if you don’t take them.”<br />
The air felt dense like it held their mutual frustration suspended in its heavy<br />
pall. “Why won’t you help me? You let the police take me. Why did you do that?”<br />
Guilt pressed down on her. Miriam looked at the gray walls and straightened.<br />
“Because you’re an adult. If I keep rescuing you from your own choices, then you<br />
will never be responsible for yourself.”<br />
He stood up. “Then let me make my own choices. I choose to stay off meds. I<br />
hate them.” He swayed a bit.<br />
Her body sagged. “But what will happen to you?”<br />
“Nothing. I can handle it.” He bent, slow and stiff like an old man, and<br />
retrieved the notebook and pen from the floor.<br />
She’d had this exasperating conversation many times before. “Jake you can’t<br />
handle it. Look what happened when you went off. You spent all of the money from<br />
your book advance on friends and partying. You got evicted from your apartment.<br />
You have no credit and you lost your car. Is that handling it?”<br />
He placed the notebook and pen on the table. “That won’t happen again. I<br />
won’t let it.”<br />
Miriam steeled herself. “I don’t agree with you.”<br />
Jake sat back down and held the pen in his shaking hand. “Will you sign me<br />
out of here?”<br />
She tried to swallow. Dry-mouthed, her throat constricted like she would<br />
choke. How can I leave him in this place? She knew she could sign him out. He<br />
knew it too. Sweat formed on her palms. I promised myself that I would stop<br />
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