He said he'd help me. I'm not sure how, but he threw out some wine I had.
[In front of her too. Not like she didn't want to argue about it (she wasn't going to drink it, she could use it for cooking, he could drink it, it's a waste of money to throw it out...), but Angela chose not to. So many defenses and excuses she could have made, but she held her ground and watched Cinna pour the Cabernet down the drain. Maybe that meant something, maybe it didn't. Angela feels it did. She chose to not argue for the thing she became dependent on. She chose to grow up and be self-reliant again. Well, as self-reliant as she could be with somebody keeping her company so she didn't fall off the wagon.]
another glass of whisky, but it still don't kill the pain;
[In front of her too. Not like she didn't want to argue about it (she wasn't going to drink it, she could use it for cooking, he could drink it, it's a waste of money to throw it out...), but Angela chose not to. So many defenses and excuses she could have made, but she held her ground and watched Cinna pour the Cabernet down the drain. Maybe that meant something, maybe it didn't. Angela feels it did. She chose to not argue for the thing she became dependent on. She chose to grow up and be self-reliant again. Well, as self-reliant as she could be with somebody keeping her company so she didn't fall off the wagon.]