DRUNK

Once again my husband is drunk.  As he enters the apartment, he throws up on the carpet.  Only choice, I drag him to the bathtub, mess is easier to clean.  I clean the carpet fast, not wanting the stain to set.  As for him and his clothes, that's his problem.
Staring out the window I ponder.  Why does coming to this land of opportunity set loose the demons?  Maybe just because it takes less effort to survive here, got more free time and money and yes some will make lousy decisions with this freedom.
Still I've had enough.  We have no kids, I make more than him, so why not?  I start to pack.