Vincent
It didn't take long before Sarah passed out in my car as I drove home. I sigh in frustration. Is that what my life has come to? Hanging out with teenagers and dragging my drunk wife home?
She mumbles something next to me in the passenger seat, so I look over at her. "What's that?"
"MM...thirsty," she says with her eyes closed.
I pull over at a convenience store and grab a bottle of water for her from the cooler. My heart races in annoyance as I pay for it. This girl had brought me nothing but trouble these past few weeks.
But I guess I have no one else to blame but myself for marrying her.
Once we are moving again, she chugs half of the bottle and passes out again.
Great, just great.
I turn up the music to try and block out my thoughts about how pathetic this all feels. The
