Today we went to my wife’s uncle’s funeral. She was upset, she had been pretty close to this uncle. Plus she is very uncomfortable with death. She did pretty well at the funeral and was good at the family gathering afterwards.
That evening we had to go to our daughter’s softball game. When my wife got in the car I could smell the vodka. At the game she was okay but talkative. We almost got into an argument when I told her that she had been refering to her cousin’s daughter by the wrong name, twice. She insisted that I just didn’t hear her correctly. I was sitting right next to her and I heard her clearly use the wrong name and she refused to believe it. I let it slide and she went to go smoke a cigarette. While she was gone I took a drink from the travel mug she usually carries soda in. It was vodka. It was cold and I choose to spend the rest of the game watching from the car, rather then risk a stupid drunken fight.
We pretty much avoided each other the rest of the night. She didn’t eat anything for supper after the game. After I put our kids to bed, she came up and got herself some water. She could barely stand up. She couldn’t stand still. She kept staggering and stumbling around. She went down and passed out by nine thirty.
We didn’t actually fight, but it wasn’t like I spent any time with my wife, either.
