*** Helen ***Alan eventually crawls home at 1am, stinking of booze and stale urine. I’m surprised about him actually being here, he does not usually bother coming home anymore. I’m less surprised about the state of him, he has been on this downward spiral for a long time, and I will be damned if I let him take me and Summer down with him. He tries to climb into my bed, ranting and raving about it being his house and he will sleep where he wants. After screaming at him, asking nicely, and trying to kick him out forcefully, I give up and go and get into bed with Summer. I hate living like this and for the countless time, I cry myself to sleep. The next morning, I am getting Summer her breakfast before she goes to daycare when Alan swans in. “Can you shut her up? I am trying to sleep.” I glare at him; he has got to be joking. “Shall we sing Daddy a song, Summer? Which song is your favourite?” My daughter giggles and squeals in delight, she is such a cutie and I encourage her to sing
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