Day 2
It's day 2 and I am still hung over. Wow. My husband is giving me the silent treatment after saying some ugly things to him when he backed me in the corner when I was drinking. I am finding more bruises and soreness from an apparent fall I took. Contemplating my next move. I haven't talked with my husband yet and have to figure out how to broach the subject. I have so many things running through my mind, but the one that keeps in the for-front is the word scared. In a nut shell that is what I am. I am scared that I won't be able to do this. I've tried so many times before and have failed. It has to stick this time, or I'll be in a world of hurt. Even worse than I am now.