Just the one I came for - an open letter to my husband

Everything starts with just that first glass of wine.

Oh I know that you start with the best of intentions. 'Just the one I came for Pat, I've got the car with me today'
But once that glass of wine has slipped down your throat and your hand becomes empty........

Its all over - will power has gone,common sense has gone, the worry as to whether you could drive home and kill someone on the A13, worse still for me and the kids, you kill yourself by wrapping your car round a lamppost with no one else in sight.

Then of course there are the lies that you have to start to invent. I will tell the wife I have just had two - so I know I am okay to drive. Or even, 'me? drinking? Pub? No not today love, you must be imagining it'

I can see you thinking 'a quick cup of coffee will sort me out, take away the smell, she will never notice' But you forget I know you so well, from the way your eyes get a bleary look, to the way that you are over helpful as if to make up for what you have been doing.Even your voice on the phone alerts me that you have been at 'it' again.

And then there are your promises, because the sober you knows its wrong. But we both know the promise only holds good until the next time 'just the one I came for' has been drunk.

And the next time

And the next time

Until luck runs out.