She fell off the wagon again, it’s the same format, hide a bottle, drink it all and then lie about it.
A couple of weeks ago I found the coke bottle that had been laced with Bacardi. Tonight its the cheap wine bottle. It’s not the drinking I hate its all the arseing about that goes with it and the pointless worthless lies.
Does she really believe no one can tell she drinking, what kind of delusional idiot does that. Why not admit to your self and those around you what you really are, so they can deal with it.
Yet again the alcohol breaks the trust, a fragile thing. She craves being trusted more than drinking, yet breaks down the trust yet again and here we are on the brink of another disaster.