When AH came home from work on Friday and says "we should celebrate", my heart just sank. Sure enough, something good happened at work and therefore we "had" to celebrate with margaritas. He was on a high. Anything gives him a reason to drink-a high, a low, the sun coming up, the stars are out at night. Y'all know what I'm talking about. There was an incident that night as well. Saturday night, he tried to get me to drink with him again. *sigh*
I've been thinking (oh no! LOL). There's going to be a boundary in place starting this weekend. Maybe seeing Wonder Woman gave me a little bit of woman strength!