I could pour them out. I think I will just take them literally OUT of the house and put them in the car. Just so that they are gone. Then he'll get the picture. I don't want to open them and start pouring just in case I get the urge to pour a glass. I don't even like wine anymore. I am not going to drink them, I know that. It just pisses off that they are in the house after everything I've been through.
I can't believe I am so unbelievably angry, almost in tears.
I just made popcorn, a big mug of tea, and I am going to watch a movie the my son. I just need to get to get my mind off the bottles.
Just breath.