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Yesterday was my third mothers day. I had a lovely brunch with my mom and dad and sister, husband and child. My husband was acting funny, kind of sweaty and kind of full of it. I began to worry he was drinking. He's diabetic so i couldn't be sure his blood sugar wasn't messing with him. Also he lost his own mother a few years ago, and i know he feels grief though he doesn't always talk about it. He left after we ate our quiche to go workout at the club. Hours later, I was home by myself in the dirty living room while our daughter napped, as i am everyday, but usually the living room is clean, because i clean it in the mornings. I didn't on Mothers day. I called him to ask him to bring me chocolate chip cookies- I'm six months pregnant, though i don't need the excuse. He slurred and told me an unnecessary story. I felt my adrenaline immediately pump. It would be two more hours before he came back, no cookies in hand. "Had a couple drinks". I looked him up and down and went to his car, center counsel, found what i knew would be there. Our daughter was fluttering around and so i only whispered , "How could you?"