i'm feeling very stressed tonight.  tried going for a walk, tried keeping busy, reading but i cant seem to shake this.  went to the fridge for some juice and i see all that beer in there my husband has.  damn.  why does he not understand.  or want to accept this.  that is making it so difficult for me like i am fighting a battle but being teased every damn day.  the preverbial carrot being dangled from the stick in front of the donkey you know.  how the hell do people make it for years sober?  sigh