Jun 19, 2011 - comments
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The past two days nearly killed me. After DH drank his way through Friday and Saturday and I was compelled to make a 1.5 hour, 90 mile round trip drive to pick up his drunk, broken-down-motorcycle arse, I was done. Ultimatum and hard truth time since last night. He didn't actually believe me. Now he does. Trying to set up rehab right now. Tried to wiggle out of a commitment and I got the shrink on the phone. He lied about the quantity of use but I held my ground. Rehab or out. Done.
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