For most of the year things had not been going well, the drinking was getting worse and worse and he wasn’t even making much of an effort to hide it anymore.
In July she lost her wedding ring, she almost made no effort to try and find it. November brought her knee surgery which he chose to use as an excuse not to go to work and stay home and drink instead under the guise that he was caring for her. Christmas in Mexico only weeks after her surgery. She couldn’t walk much and instead of helping her out….
Finally the end of the year. The few days leading up to New Years was horrible. He kept finding excuses to leave the house and would then go to the local bar and throwback shots. His car broke down at one point and she had to go pick him up. He was drunk, an empty vodka bottle laying on the floor of his car in plain site. They got into a huge fight.
The next day was the last football game of the year. Why she let him drive is unknown to her. They fought in the car and he nearly caused a fatal accident. In the stadium he fell onto the row of people in front of them and eventually passed out in his seat.
The drive home was silent except for these words she finally uttered “I think we need to separate” That was the beginning of the end. This house would never be the same.