July 22, 2009

She is drinking again tonight, although she seems to be taking it slow and isn’t fighting with me. Good, I am to tired to deal with her tonight.

July 21, 2009

Another bad night. She was drunk and argumentative. She was ready to fight about anything and everything. She went up to take a shower and came down with this evil grin on her face. She asked me where her grey toothbrush was. Apparently we left it in New York when we visited last. And, after two weeks, she realized it was missing (she has another one in the downstairs bathroom – I am not saying that she hasn’t brushed her teeth in two weeks!) and it was, of course, my fault that it got left behind. The whole night was like this. She told me twice that she was done with me and wanted me to get the fuck out of her life. I finally told her she was being a drunken asshole and to stop talking to me and picking fights with me. She got into me face about something else and I just told her to go away.