Cruising over from the friends and family page.
January 2012 on vacation with my partner, staying in a groovy retro motel, like something out of "Starsky and "Hutch" We didn't acknowledge just how big his problem was then and it was just a fun long weekend.
We came back from the bar one night and he kept right on drinking, and yes, I had drank some too.
I was talking and talking at him, trying to solve all the worlds problems including ours.
He just kept saying "marry me, marry me, marry me" every time he opened his mouth. It was romantic, in a drunken kind of a way.
I know what I type next will sound like a bad sit com but the fact that this turned out to be a blackout night for him is something I will remember for ever as sad.