Again

I must have stupid written on my forehead, because I swear many of my family seem to think that I am.  I watched that bottle of vodka wheel right into the garage and felt numb. Really? Seriously?  I'm not stupid and I meant what I said. So now I DO have to make life altering decisions and figure out where I go from here. I am of the mind that I shouldn't have to be the one to move, but I can't make him move.  Joy for me. I'm going to do it smart though as long as I can. This is not an irrational decision that will be acted upon rashly. So tonight he can think he has gotten away with something and he can get quietly sloshed in the garage. He made his choice.