She’s figured out that if she keeps nonalcoholic beer that it masks when she’s actually been drinking. But it doesn’t hide the way she acts.
When I see her stumble a little, then slur a few words, then tell me she has a headache…. what do I do? I’m so tired of confronting what I know to be true just to be lied to.
Derek once told me to stop doing other peoples work. I have to let them fail o. Their own. You’d think that would be easy. I love her. I don’t want to watch her waste her life away. She’s going to though.
The only peace I feel I’ll ever have is when she gets caught drinking and driving. The consequences need to really hit her. I guess for now I live for the days that she doesn’t smell like beer so maybe there can be some real intimacy.