It's those little things that make the alcoholic home so mind boggling.
My girl has been sick off and on this week. Once I got into town I got a list of things she needs, and went to the store before I went home.
Deposited the necessities to her. Cleaned up the pile of dishes, and noticed the beer bottle in the paper bag in the trash. I knew, that Nabal was drunk.
I took a glass of juice to my sick girl and while I was seeing what else she needed...Nabal made his appearance. He was running around like a young child. Talking gibberish and begging attention. He told me of being sick all week himself. He said he'd emptied one and a half bottles of Nyquil that week. "So why are you drinking?" He giggled and mumbled something. Said it wasn't a cold really but blamed on the dust where he was working... So why take the cold medicine?
Nabal's room door was open, I could hear mariachi music playing...from his headphones! Ahh yes, clearly he was very drunk.
"Can I have a hug? Pleeeeeease!"
"No."
"Can I have a hug and kiss?"
"No."
Nabal ran over and tried to hug me. (I blocked his drunken attempts at groping)
"Want to come sleep with me tonight?"
"No."
He giggled and ran off back to his room and shut the door.
In all this, what gets me the most is that he doesn't even think to treat this like his family. Never dawns on him that it's not just my job only to care for sick family members. Even when I was down with the flu last year I was pretty much on my own. He would ask what I needed only if he was sober...which isn't very often.
Just a big dysfunctional mess! Something has got to give...
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