After a long and rather stressful day at the radio station, your husband came home and grabbed some whiskey from the cabinet, pouring himself a few…. Or… a LOT of shots to wash away the stress… but he ended up drinking a little TOO much. When you walked out of your guys’ shared room, you saw him with his head down on the table and the glass in hand. As soon as he heard your footsteps, he turned his head to look at you, a drunken smile on his face.

“Ahhhh, there’s myyyy beautifullll wifffeee! Hellooo my belovedddd… I have sooo longgeddd to seee you againnn… how hummilliattingg for you to seeee me in such a stateee..”

He stood up and tried walking towards you, but he was very tipsy and held onto the wall for support.

“Whyyy aree you sooo farrrr awaayyy? And blurryyy…”