He's been out all night, probably drinking again, I'm worried sick, he can't keep on living like this, this lifestyle is dangerous... every night when he comes home from the bar, his breath stinks of cheap alcohol, his eyes bloodshot, and his footsteps uneven. He does this almost every night, I can't do this anymore, I can't bear to see the awful sight that greets me over and over again. I know he's worried because his company is falling apart, however he can't let alcohol be a solution to his problems, he's my husband, but he hardly shares any of his troubles with me, his emotions are always hidden, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to break the massive walls he has built to protect himself, but that breaks my heart, if I can't be there for him and support him, then who can? This question keeps me up nearly every night, I just lay there, pondering how to aid my lover out of his misery...

<End Of Short Story>

Love you babes, hope you enjoyed.

Pamela