gone.

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I rubbed my eyes as I sat up on the couch. Must've fell asleep here after talking with Fergal.

"Fergal!"

I called as I pushed myself off the couch.

"Fergal! Where are you?"

I called as I walked up the stairs. I walked up the stairs and the scene I saw made my blood boil. Harper and Maddox were laying on the bed with a sleeping Fergal while beer cans surrounded the end table. So this is how Fergal has been so calm recently.

I quickly grabbed Harper and Maddox and took them to their nursery before I went to yell at Fergal.

"Wake Up you ass!"

I screamed at him. Fergal shot up as I threw a pillow at him.

"What the hell is all this?"

I yelled at him as I looked at the end table.

"Pam I'm so sorry."

"Don't give me that shit. You're in bed, drunk, with our baby twins next to you!"

I yelled at him.

"I'm so sick of you always relapsing into this shit when the going gets tough! Ugh!"

I screamed as I threw the beer can at him.

"Pam-"

"Just don't! I don't even wanna talk to you!"

I yelled as I walked out of the bedroom and stormed downstairs. I guess he can only deal with me by drinking. Well I didn't need his support if he had to drink to deal with me. And he better not expect any support from me when he goes on the road next week...