ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE

Episode 102

" I am not drinking too much, Glory,"Andrew said more sharply than he wanted to. He hated raising his voice to anyone especially to his wife. His beautiful sweet stubborn wife. His sick wife. But she was starting to irritate him this morning. He had woken up with a seriously intense headache and all he wanted was to rest in bed just a little longer.

Just rest and try to forget the problems and issues of his sons and grandchildren. Forget that his wife was still battling a damn illness that just might steal her away from him after just a few years of marriage. Forget that his son Spencer was developing a relationship with his half brother and may one day want one with his biological father. Forget that he felt so useless and old when he was not drinking. Why couldn't she understand that he had a handle on the drinking this time around? He didn't drink all the time. Just after dinner. Maybe a couple beers in the afternoon. And he didn't drive while drunk anymore. Alfred had almost begged him not to that day in the hospital, and he didn't want a repeat of the long ago accident in Pennsylvania.

Glory rolled over in their bed and glanced at him. She looked so wan and pale in the face. So damn fragile. Her beautiful hair that he loved so much had started falling out in clumps so she had asked him to cut it all off for her. If she didn't wear bright headscarves she adorned the jet black human hair wig he had purchased for her. She was still doing her radiation and chemo treatments. She was still always tired. She had stopped cooking at the restaurant; Nigel had given her an indefinite leave of absence. The latest tests were fairly encouraging though. The cancer cells were decreasing but not enough for him. He wanted it all gone. He wanted his beautiful healthy wife back again.

" You are. You are drinking too much, Andrew Norland. And that's not the damn point. The point is you are drinking at all. You promised me when we first met that you would never drink again. You've done so good. Why are you drinking again? "

Why was he drinking again? He didn't really know the answer to her question. He just knew when he took a drink it made everything in his life feel more bearable. He just wished Glory would stop hounding him about it. He was a grown man. He knew what his body could handle. He knew his limits. He could handle drinking this time around. What he couldn't handle right now was the constant pounding of his head.

" I'm fine, darling. I know what I'm doing. Going to get some aspirin. My head is killing me. "

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and slowly got up from the bed to amble to the bathroom.

Glory watched him go with a lot of frustration building inside her body. The man was most definitely not fine. He was far from fine. She had been talking to him constantly and he was not listening to her. It was time to involve others. Not his sons though. Richard had his hands full with Nigel and the children. Spencer..... Spencer loved his father dearly but she didn't think he was truly equipped to deal with an alcoholic Andrew fallen off the wagon. Alfred was concerned as well but Andrew was not listening to him either. DuBuis ? No , DuBuis would just tell Spencer and she sensed that would make it more complicated. Then it hit her. Of course.

She picked up her phone and proceeded to send a text to Faith Lane.