Well, it didn't take long. She was drunk again last night, sitting in her recliner, hiccuping with her head on her shoulder.
I'm running a bizarre gauntlet of thoughts these days. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I'm almost relieved when she's drunk, because then she leaves me in peace. I know that's horrible, and I feel guilty about it, too. I guess we all have our own demons to deal with.