I got fooled today. My wife was going through the piles of paper and books and junk on her table out in her ‘lounge’. There were old pictures, papers from her rehabs, and scraps of writings she has done over her drinking career. She was getting agitated and upset and I thought it was because of the stuff she was going through. I got sucked in. I was trying to be sympathetic and was trying to talk to her and help her and generally cheer her up. But I started to notice that some of the things she was saying were a bit off. She wasn’t really tracking the conversation. She went upstairs for a minute and, amazingly enough, I found half a bottle of vodka. Must have been left from Friday night. My mistake, I should have checked, but as drunk as she had been Friday, I thought she had killed whatever booze she had. Guess not.
Later, I made dinner. It was Italian sausages and bruschetta. My wife asked me why the sausage wasn’t moving. “What?” I said. “Why aren’t the kids eating the sausage?” she asked. Then she went on to tell me we didn’t need the sausage and I could have just made the bruschetta. Then she started eating herself and was a complete slob about it. She was dripping tomatoes all down her shirt, wasn’t using a plate, and was generally disgusting. Then she got mad at me for not putting cheese in the bruschetta. Excuse me.
After we ate, she did a load of laundry and then realized that the dryer wasn’t working. She started shrieking at me, “Why doesn’t the dryer work? Why isn’t someone fixing it? Why aren’t you fixing it?” I told her to try putting in just one outfit so she would have something to go to work in and she couldn’t figure it out. I tried to help her, I just wanted her to pick out a pair of pants and a shirt and run just that in the drier and see if that would work. Then at least she would have clothes for work. She kept throwing in a bunch of clothes and I told her to stop. She told me I was being an asshole, so I told her she was being a drunk and to just find one outfit and see if we could get that to dry. Nope. Now I was a dick and an asshole and she threw all the clothes out of the dryer. I said, “Fuck this, you are on your own.”
Now to finish off the evening, she had to come out and try to use iTunes. She kept turning it off accidently and couldn’t figure out how to work it. And expecting me to fix it for her and make it do whatever she wanted it to. I helped her for a bit and then I finally gave up and just went to bed. I went to sleep before she did.
