My alcoholic marriage is a strange one it seems.
When it comes to alcoholic marriages that is.
No midnight calls to fetch him from jail.
No drunken proclimations of love in the front yard with the neighbors eyeing him from behind closed curtains.
No screams of disgust for the “horrible” wife I am either.
No court dates, DUI’s, judgements looming or judges threatening.
No callling in sick for him.
Or covering bad checks for him.
No worries about where he is at night.
Or with whom.
No demands for sex.
But then neither is there…
I’m just living here with nothing.
And I think it’s killing me.