She got staggering drunk tonight. I avoided arguing with her and she passed out fairly early. But around midnight, I heard her get up and a minute later, I hear a crash as she fell into our closet. I asked her what the fuck was she doing and she told me she couldn’t find her way upstairs to go to the bathroom. Our closet is across the room from the stairs to the bathroom, she wasn’t even close. I got up to try and help her stand up, but she got mad at me for offering and refused any assistance. When she finally made it to her feet, I was worried that she would take a tumble down the stairs. I watched her stagger toward the stairs, bouncing off the furniture and the wall and then shakily making her way up to the bathroom. By now, I had to go too, so I waited at the foot of the stairs for her to come down, in case she needed catching. Fortunately, she didn’t.
