Bottled Out

Anonymous

We were in the kitchen in France and my husband had gone down to the cellar to get the cakes out of the fridge; only he had really gone down to secretly drink out of the wine bottle he had hidden in an old computer case.

My middle son had dashed down to help with carrying the cakes and so he saw. Of course my husband denied he had been drinking and something inside me just went a dull 'dud'. I think it was seeing the look in my son's eyes when his father lied so blatantly in front of him, completely betraying his knowledge that his son has seen him. I said 'Please go, I cannot go on any more'. We got a suitcase and put his night clothes in and he left; in silence. ... (continues)