1 more hour of peace
The work day for me is almost over. I am dreading going home. He's probably got the air conditioner on 65 because of his hot flashes. the sheets are probably ripped off the bed by now. Everything in the bathroom will be on the counters. he will be looking for something to control the diarhea and nausea. he's probably sitting on the bathroom floor sweating like crazy and mad as can be. or he will be waiting for me by the door so he can tell me how I don't understand what he is going through and that I don't love or even care about him. Then he'll want me to call around to see if I can find him some pills and I'll just ignore him. he will get mad and then try to drink the withdrawals away only to discover that I cleared out all the alcohol a few days ago. I don't know if im going home.