So Ash is at the studio right now. She has been working non-stop for the past week. I haven’t really seen her. When I have been getting up she has been asleep, I see her for a few minutes and then she is out the door back to the studio and when she gets home I am asleep. The few times that I have actually seen her this week, she has either been in a really bad mood after a bad session or drunk. Or both. It really is starting to piss me off the way she is treating me. She is treating me like some piece of shit on the ground, not her wife and the person she is supposed to love.

We are supposed to be going to my parent’s house tonight for dinner. As long as Ash gets home on time. We have to leave at 5:30 and it like 4:45 now. She had better hurry up if she plans to shower first.

“Hey baby I’m home.”

“Hey Ash. Can you go shower or what ever? We have to leave in like 30 minutes.”

“Don’t I at least get a kiss first?” she asks pouting at me.

“Of course you do baby.” I say as I lean in and give her a gentle kiss. I immediately pull back when I taste the alcohol on her lips. “You’ve been drinking Ash. You promised you wouldn‘t drink today.”

“Baby I only had a couple with the guys. I’m not even drunk.”

“And what just because you’re not drunk tonight you think that makes it better? You promised Ash. You told me you wouldn’t have any and you went back on your word.”

“Spence I had two fucking beers! What is the big fucking deal?”

“Don’t you dare start raising your voice at me Ashley Davies! Just because you know that your in the wrong.”

“I will raise my fucking voice if I fucking want to Spencer!” she’s right in my face now.
“All you do is fucking nag at me. I said I wouldn’t come home drunk so we can go to your fucking stupid parents’ house and I haven’t and you still fucking complain!”

“Ash just calm down.” I say as I take a step back from her. “You’re going to scare the twins.” I gesture to the twins sat on the floor in the living room playing with toys.