It's so exhausting...

Two bottles of wine and a few gins in and she's just stormed out after kicking off about the fact that we can't afford to go on holiday, which led to a full blown character assassination - apparently I'm the biggest piece of shit ever born.

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The thing that finally tipped her over the edge is when I said I wasn't willing to discuss things with her whilst she's drinking. Kids are up and asking where she's gone. I'm assuming "for a walk"...

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I'm so fucking tired.