We wake up this morning in our bed, the night before still lingering on your breath. Mascara tears stain my cheeks. I remember last night perfectly. Heart breaking words spewed, once again. All directed towards me.
I despise you.
You roll over, and quickly realize something is wrong. "I'm so sorry honey," you say. But I know you're really not. How can you genuinely apologize when you don't know what you did? See, that's the problem with alcoholism.
I'll always remember the pain and suffering. You don't have to.
I despise you.
You roll over, and quickly realize something is wrong. "I'm so sorry honey," you say. But I know you're really not. How can you genuinely apologize when you don't know what you did? See, that's the problem with alcoholism.
I'll always remember the pain and suffering. You don't have to.
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