Q finally figured out that alcohol can be delivered
Man, y'all weren't kidding about being mentally prepared for the July 4th weekend. Q has been sporadically drinking over the past couple weeks, but it took a turn yesterday.
I had been focused on grilling in the afternoon when I went to tell her something in the bedroom (she spends a majority of her time in the bed). She knows I won't be the delivery driver anymore, something I had done for many years. But she still asked me "Would you mind taking me to the liquor store?" I asked "Why would you need me to take you there?" She admitted to drinking too much to drive, so I told her "I'd rather not." As I was walking away I heard her say "I guess I'll have to drive myself."
20 minutes later she comes up to me all happy and triumphant, "They deliver!" I've known this for a couple years but now she finally figured it out. The state we live in changed the laws and I knew it was just a matter of time. Now all I can see is even more credit card debt being racked up.
So last night she approached me for sex, dropping tons of obvious hints, something she will only do when she's intoxicated. I had to "reject" her by telling her once again that "you made a choice for yourself, and I get to make one for myself too." She only takes this as abandonment and that I don't love her, no matter what I say. It's a very painful way to live.