watching a holiday movie with an alcoholic.
Maybe I should title this post, “Why Do I Try?”
I made a simple dinner, gathered everyone around the television and instructed them (basically) to watch a movie and have some %$# holiday cheer.
Not in so many words, of course, but that is what I was going for.
The first argument was over what movie to watch.
Then where was everyone sitting.
Then too many people were talking and they were too loud.
And so on and so on and so on.
And guess who was fueling most of the arguing and tension?
Ding, ding, ding if you said my alcoholic husband.
It was (is) sad, really.
We’re a broken family.
Plain and simple.