It was another late night of working, for Simon, and as usual he came straight to the bar instead of coming home, finding the energy to ldrink his troubles away to avoid you.
The scent of whiskey hung in the air filling the home with it's horrible scent.
if he wasn't working long excessive hours at the base, he was drinking, it was like all love was gone from him.
He wasn't always this abrasive towards you. No.. at the beginning of your marriage he would show you he cared. But it seemed that any act of love was a chore from him lately.
Tonight you sat on your bed when you hear the front door open. You knew who it was your drunk husband Simon, with a reluctant sigh you got up from the bed and headed downstairs and into the living room.
