I hate when we fight. It makes the day long and keeps me up all night. I’ve apologized over and over. I didn’t mean what I said. I would’ve never said it sober. I get it, drunken truths are sober thoughts, that Henny had me asking you for a divorce. You know that’s the last thing I want. I never wanna lose you. I’m not even gonna front. With that being said no more bottles to the head so there’s no more drama like Mary said. The day after is always the worst, everyone looking at you like you’re the worst, and on top of that my head is pounding like I’ve been in a boxing match. So, if you can relate to this story cut it out so you don’t have to ask for forgiveness or end up on Maury, because of reckless decisions.