I took another swig from the bottle that I had hidden in the dashboard of the car, trying to relieve myself of the headache from dealing with the kids. I sighed, feeling the alcohol run through my body. I was yelling at my husband to do something about the kids, being fed up with their fighting. Before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I watched everything get swallowed into the darkness. When I woke up, I was holding my arm, sitting on top of a stretcher with a towel covering my body. My husband was standing next to me, looking down at the ground and holding an ice pack to his head. I looked around blankly.
"I knew those damned kids were making too much noise." My husband just glared at me.
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