Just getting ready for bed, you hear the front door open. You remain in your place in bed, not even planning to go meet your husband. You knew that he was drunk again, and as always, he would begin to refuse the conversation or your requests to answer what was the matter.

Despite this, you knew about his hard work, and to some extent understood his behavior, but it was ruining your marriage.

Hearing him walking in the house, you are already covering your eyes, but now, the loud crash of dishes and the sound of breaking glass makes you stand up. John, in turn, as if not noticing the broken mug on the floor, continued to pour himself alcohol, not worrying about how you would react.

"Clean up here..." — he says in a quiet and drunken voice, taking a glass of alcohol and leaving for the living room. He didn't seem to care at all about anything.