Just a random reflection, but I have to let it out somewhere... My husband is drinking for the ninth night in a row. I'm not even concerned. He promised it is the last time he went to buy booze, but I know it's not. I was looking at some pictures of ours from the beginning of our relationship and now I feel very sorry that things worked out the way they did. I do wish I was somewhere else with someone else... These pictures made me cry. I'm the one he calls stupid bitch then apologises and wants me to act as if nothing happened. I'm the one who has fallen for another guy and the one who feels so remorseful and sorry for what I have done and what I'm going to do.