Things are shitty right now. I came home from work early and Tony was drunk. He said he hadn't been drinking, but clearly he had been. I did a good job at remaining calm and asked him if he'd be willing to go to the probation office down the street and take a breathalyzer. He agreed. So we went and he blew a .38 and is still claiming that he didn't drink. He got super pissed off and left to go to AA. I felt like following him to see if he really went, but I didn't go. 2012 has been horribly painful so far. I'm sad and scared. I just want my Tony back.
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