She was lying still, passed out again, drool on the bed covers. This was the fourth day; it was no longer a surprise to come home and see her this way. I could not help but cry, asking myself why– why couldn’t she just stop like she had promised? I felt angry, hurt, alone, miserable. I shook her, I screamed at her, and I begged her to wake up, but all I got back were some words she muttered. ...