Mr Alcohol, robbing lives one at a time

 I worked last night from 5-9.  Now typically when I'm at classes or work, I know you drink. It's not hard to tell. 

But last night....WOWZER....I knew via text at work you had the drink going on. You tried to hide it when I got home, so I give you kudos to that. I just figured it was beer.  Couldn't have been JUST beer.

We got in bed and you smelled like a fucking distillery.  You passed out quick with snoring but the SMELL...it would knock a person out.  Wasn't beer.

I give you credit though Husband #2, you hide the proof very well. I don't know where you drink it, do you go out to drink than come home, do you have someone over? Maybe you just hide the proof well. I give you an applause.  Bravo. I hope it's worth it when you are sitting alone with your alcohol, just like old times being single.  Because you have one foot in the door because I have one foot way out this door.

You are sad, pathetic and alcohol is your life.  I don't even know if this morning I wish you the best, I just wish I was away from you and you were the fuck out of my home because I'm starting to hate you.

Some would say talk to you and ask, but liars are pointless to talk to. You lie.  So why waste time.

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