FIRST MEETING OF THE AAWith her heart racing, more distant from the group, she replied to him, with her back to Otávio and his strange look:" Yes Alex, how are you? I'm sorry I didn't call earlier."" I'm fine. Can we see each other tonight?"" Can it be tomorrow? I have a commitment with a friend today, but I'll be free tomorrow."" That's great! I took a long time to muster up the courage to call. I thought I would hang up when you saw that it was me."Richard laughed in relief." Our, why? I liked you so much!"" I don't know, to tell the truth, am I saved in your contacts as the annoying and clingy guy?"Clara felt sorry for him for thinking that about her and regretted not calling him earlier. Even in a joking voice, she knew he regretted telling her everything, the outburst of his first love shouldn't have been easy for him. They had met at a bar a few weeks ago and gone out together, he had just come out of a relationship and was upset that day they went out. She promised to
SOBRIEDNESSClara no longer looked at the entrance door to see if her friend Lara had arrived, she was immersed in Marco's story and the others that followed him."Hi, fellow members, I'm Raira, and I'm an alcoholic.""Hi, Raira!" This time, Clara also spoke along with everyone else. As the meeting continued, more people arrived and took their seats."Well, I started drinking like Marco, with my father. My father wasn't like Marco's, he didn't offer me alcohol or anything like that, he even got angry if he caught his children drinking, but he sent us to buy it, strange, right? He was violent and if he knew we were drinking, he would be capable of beating us up, but he sent us to get his beer every day when he got home from work and drank until almost bedtime. He became aggressive, hitting our mother and us, and when he was sober, he said that was why we shouldn't drink. I was about fourteen years old when I went to my first party and there was free alcohol. I drank beer, mixed it with
CALL TO ARMSClara didn't even knock and went straight into Dália's house, where Lara was sitting in the living room crying. "What happened?" Clara asked, more to Dália than to the girl. Dália was wearing her fancy nightgown and Linda was sitting in front of Lara's couch, also wearing a nightgown, and they seemed to have been woken up."She drank a little too much and is upset," Dália explained. "But she's already feeling better, right, my dear?""No! I'm not feeling better, Dália. Who are you to tell me how to feel?" Clara put her hands on her hips and looked at the woman."Hey," Clara called out. "No aggression here because you're not at home or at any bar. Respect us or get out of here." Clara held the girl's gaze, spoke loudly and firmly with her.Lara looked at her for long seconds and burst into convulsive tears."We don't feel sorry for you, Lara. You're being rude, causing a scene at my house and waking up your friends here. We love you, but we can't tolerate this. Come on, I'
OCCASIONAL PICKUPLipe didn't go to work that morning, nor had he gone the day before. He took the day off to go fishing with Clara's family and wasn't going in the morning either. He knew Lara would be at Cilmo's house cleaning and he wanted to talk to her.He arrived at the house as Lara was entering."Good morning, Lipe.""Almost good afternoon, right?" He joked and entered Cilmo's house with Lara."Well, I'm running late today, Lipe, and I can't get distracted.""I won't distract you, I promise. I can help you if you want.""Help me clean? Well, I clean your house too, dude. Tell the truth, what do you want with me?""To talk," he followed her to the laundry room, she gave him a bucket to hold and started putting cleaning products in it. "How many products are you going to carry in that bucket?""It's heavy, right? I usually take everything I'm going to use at once so I don't have to keep coming back here."Lara went to Cilmo's bedroom and started dusting the furniture, ignoring L
ENOUGH!"Hey, girl," Cleiton pulled over next to the sidewalk where Lara was waiting. He didn't even turn off the car before she jumped in, fastening her seatbelt as he accelerated and hit the road."Hi, thank you for coming," she said."The pleasure is mine."Cleiton had three children; his youngest was twelve and his oldest was eighteen. Lara only knew this because she saw him answering his phone while driving, putting it on speakerphone, and from the photos hanging on the car dashboard.Lara had been coming from a party late at night and had to call for a ride. Cleiton was the one who answered her call. She had sat in the backseat, he had been super polite and didn't hit on her. She was high, having had a little too much to drink. She was actually working at the party as a waitress, a last-minute gig she didn't want to miss. It was a fifteenth birthday party, and the birthday girl's parents had paid extra for Lara to stay until the end and help clean up the venue, which they would
CATARSEPatrícia's office was small, pleasant, and very simple. It didn't have many furnishings, only two chairs leaning against the wall, a wide chair with a high backrest and comfortable arms to lean on in front of the psychologist's wooden and glass desk. Only two modern art frames hung on opposite walls of Patrícia's desk, a fluffy white carpet placed below the desk and chairs, a large window covered with a dark blue velvet curtain. Lara imagined that from the window, one could have a good view of the city below."Please, have a seat, Lara. Make yourself comfortable," said Patrícia.Lara sat down shyly, feeling out of place, staring at the closed curtain."I imagined there would be a couch here," she said, nonchalantly, still not looking at Patrícia."Do you think it would be good to have a couch here? We can consider it. Who knows, maybe next time you come, we'll have a couch here," replied Patrícia."I'm not sure if there will be a next time, actually. I regret coming here," sai
PHOBIAClara got tired of calling her friend, but the phone just went straight to voicemail. She was worried about her and went to sleep without any news from the girl.The next morning, her phone rang from an unknown number. She only answered because she thought something had happened to Lara, and her heart froze when Patricia introduced herself and apologised for having asked Megan for her contact. She informed her that Lara had shown up at her office. She didn't say how the meeting or consultation had gone since she couldn't, but she said she left her at home and well. She asked Clara to keep an eye out, save her contact, and call her if anything happened to the young woman.Clara was relieved that she had sought out the therapist, thanked her for the call, and told her that she had gone to an AA meeting and loved it. Patricia was happy to hear that, congratulated her, and hung up.Clara saved her number since she wasn't her client, and she didn't have her number until then.As usu
WITH HOW MANY?Otávio sat on her couch and his eyes looked around the living room. Dalia and Linda were organising the guest room where he would stay, and Lara had started cleaning the room, stripping sheets and duvet, throwing water on the floor and leaving everything almost sterile for him.Dalia had chosen another room to put his desk so he could work during the days he was there, and Lara would soon clean that room as well. "You can make yourself at home here, Otávio," she said, and as soon as she said that, he got up from the couch and started fixing frames, knick-knacks, adjusting the TV on the panel that should have been a millimetre misaligned.Pretending to check her phone, she looked astonished out of the corner of her eye at his insane arrangement of things that were already perfect for her. "This painting that my mother painted and gave you, it's not a work to be exhibited in the living room," he pointed to the painting she loved the most, and his mother had given it to he
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco