He didn't go to church. She should have known better when he said it was just a headache. Headaches never stopped him from going to church before.
He didn't go to work. And like church, he always went. She believed he was just sick.
She found out the truth. Found empty bottles of alcohol. Found new ones waiting for him in the frig. Guess he was too drunk to hide them properly or too drunk to even care if she knew.
She took his alcohol. Poured each bottle down the drain. She knew tricking him wouldn't keep him away. So she took his care keys too.
She knew something was wrong when he didn't pick up the phone. Found hidden alcohol in places that she didn't know excisted. Found him laying on the floor naked with blood on his head.
After the time at the hospital, and some sobriety had come, He said sorry. It was not enough.
She wanted it to be normal day.
She went back to work.
She did not cry.
She felt her self go numb slowly inside.
She fell apart at the end of the day.
She was done, and she walked away.