She came back from work drunk. No surprise there, but she started telling me soon after she got back that she wanted to go to Kohl’s and get a shirt. I realized that she had finished whatever she had bought and was anxious to get some more. I suggested going shopping on the way home from work tomorrow, since she had to drive right by it anyway and then she wouldn’t have to go back out. She seemed to agree and went up to take a shower.
When she got down from her shower, she was agitated and visibly upset. She said just listening to her parents and her aunt talk as she passed through had made her really upset about them. And now she just HAD to go to Kohl’s and ‘get a shirt’ for work. She got two shirts and a bottle. Had been out driving drunk. Came back and got plastered.
The kids and I were going to watch a DVD. We were going to watch Inkheart which stars Brendan Frasier, an actor my wife has a thing for, so I thought she would want to watch it. Instead she insisted that we watch Knowing, a movie I knew she wouldn’t be able to follow, as drunk as she was. She didn’t even try. She kept going out to her lounge, drinking and dialing. Occasionally, she would yell out to me that she just couldn’t do this any more. Or it would be some incomprehensible angry shouting at me that I couldn’t quite decipher. Finally she passed out. Of course, that meant the horrible hacking cough and thrashing around in bed, ripping the covers off my side, and lots of loud nose blowing. With the occasional angry muttering at me. Sleeping with her tonight was a joy. (Not!)
