Full Time Care

She drank again last night. After all that effort to make it through three full days before downing two bottles of wine on Thursday, she stopped fighting and gave in yesterday: after only two days. Of course, the evening was a nightmare for me, too, since she got all uppity with the alcohol in her body and spent several hours complaining and whining about everything, as is her wont. Thankfully she didn’t drink as much, so wasn’t as bad as usual.

The good thing is that I managed to cajole her into sitting down and watching a funny movie. At least that lets the time pass a little less aggressively and puts her in a better frame of mind. Make some dinner, enough to fill her stomach with something solid and let fatigue do the rest. Going to bed at 1 a.m. is still a cow, though, especially since it screws with our day today. Ye gods, it’s depressing.