I can will all honesty say that my wife needs no alcohol or drugs to revel in complete madness. It generally starts when I ask her what she would like for breakfast. ( as she cusses out the voice on the glucometer).
And it generally spirals down from there until bedtime. Thank God for my own bedroom.
Well,
Least Since getting her off the opioids, I’m not dodging # 3 can o’ peaches ( in heavy syrup) or the occasional tossed walker.
Divorce. Expensive because it's worth it.
