20 year old marriage. We are 49. Two kids in college one kid in high school. She must’ve been at the bars from three to 9 o’clock. Call me to Tell me to come pick her up. I hung up on her after telling her I didn’t wanna talk to her and She needs to get an Uber. I texted her back To get an Uber or sober up, but when she gets home, I don’t wanna talk to her. She drove home comes in the house and immediately starts in on me. I’m the reason she’s like this. I’m the reason she drinks. Hi Mater, this way man I can’t take this anymore. I told my kid to take his vocabulary words and head to his room. I promise I wouldn’t yell or fight. I kept that promise. I told her over and over again I don’t wanna talk to her, but she should go to bed. That she should go take a shower and then go to bed in the middle of it. I got two recordings of this and she followed me downstairs. Shu about the dust down the stairs. I didn’t get that on video but when she got down there I got some water for stumbling next to the staircase yelling at me. I’ll grab the dog leash grab the big dog and I’m on my second trip around the neighborhood I’m rambling. Trying to put my thoughts into something. This sucks when I go back. I bet it’s gonna start again.