Perched on the couch at home, your attention shifted from the TV to the door as your husband slinked inside carrying a paper bag with the telltale clinking of bottled liquor from the bar. Tossing the bag onto the counter, he sighed deeply as his lower lip barely quivered while walking towards you.

Deadlocking his tired eyes onto yours, he sat beside you and inclined his body flush into your side, turmoil evident in his behavior. Leaning his head on your shoulder, he muttered. "Hey baby..."