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A Year and a half passed and things seemed to be going down hill a little faster each day that passed. Brittany was beginning to reach her limits and her whit's end….she just couldn't take much more.

Brittany's POV

"DAMN IT! Where the freaking HELL is Alvin?" I screamed into the couch pillow.

What's the matter with that man? I asked myself furious at how he seemed to be caring less and less about me and what he was putting me through. I finally had enough of it and I decided to look outside….for the 10th time this night.

I opened the front door and took a few steps on the patio and saw his truck, which caused a wave of relief to rush through me. It was followed by extreme anger as I began realize that something was wrong…as he didn't come inside. As I made my way slowly over to his truck I began thinking back a few weeks. Alvin came home…drunk…..this time it was obvious that he was smashed. He wasn't completely inebriated but he certainly showed signs that he was drunk, slow/slurred speech, balancing issues and his breath wreaking with the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

I snapped to the present when I got to his car. To my horror I saw Alvin in there…..passed out….next to him in his passenger seat was….his 'new girlfriend'…his bottle of booze.

I was so mad at him I wanted to punch him in the gut! I stormed over to his door and jerked hard on the door handle…..the jerk had locked it…..and I pulled myself into his door with the force I used. This made me even madder; he didn't even stir when I fell onto his door.

"YOU SON OF A BICTH!" I said as loud as I could. I then turned on my heel and made a fast walk back to the house slamming the front door behind me. I was really pissed to hell and I didn't know what I was going to do! I wanted to shoot his stupid ass!

I grabbed my keys off of my purse and began walking back to the front door when Simon asked me a question.

"Britt what's the matter with you?" He seemed to be worried.

"Oh it's nothing…..just Alvin being a 'tough guy' who passed out in his damn truck with his 'new found love with him.' Stupid bitch!" I said as I began making my way towards the door again.

"Wait….he's cheating on you?" Simon asked freaked out.

"Why don't you come with me to see what I am talking about." I said irritated…but not at Simon.

With Simon following behind I made my way over to his truck again. I unlocked the door first this time and then jerked he door as hard as I could. Once it was opened I slapped him not once, not twice but three hard vicious times with all of my strength. That woke his drunken ass up.

As soon as he came around I began screaming at him. "You stupid fucking moron! You could have killed someone drinking and driving! What the hell were you thinking? Do you know how worried I was about you? No you don't know and you sure as shit don't care!" I screeched at him slapping his face when I finished.

"Oww Britt that hurt….what's the matter with you?" He asked me slurring all of his words.

"Oh you know….nothing…..just worried to death about you. But I can see you have a new love. Well why don't you take your new bitch and leave me?" I screamed once again.

"Britt…..I….I love you."

"BULL SHIT!" I yelled. With that I grabbed his sorry ass pulling him out of his truck, as I did so he literally fell to the ground in a big heap…"Simon could you please help me drag Alvin's sorry drunk ass into the house?"

"Sure." He said disappointed in Alvin.

With the both of us we were able to drag Alvin's drunken body into the house. We set him down on the couch…..well actually I just dropped him on the couch….Simon kept him from slamming onto to the couch.

I didn't care about him anymore….he wasn't the man I had married….he was an imposter; he treated me like crap…..he worried me to death all the time. I was always afraid I would get a call from the police saying he had killed someone while drunk.

I walked back over to Alvin, "Did you drink?" I demanded.

"…no….I didn't." He says slowly.

"Liar!" I say as I pull a bottle of vodka off a table. "This was in your passenger seat. I guess you are going to say you never saw it and someone planted it there to make you look guilty?" I say in a demeaning sarcastic tone.

"How did you know?" He asks clearly not seeing I am being sarcastic.

"You idiot! I was being sarcastic….I know that you went and spent our money on booze. How dumb do you think I am?" I scream!

This time he didn't respond, he just stared as his face showed he was in a stupor. "Admit you're drunk and you have been drinking for over a year now!" I hissed at him.

"I am drunk." Was all he said in his slurred tone.

I turned away making my towards 'my' room….it was no longer 'our' room as Alvin wasn't usually there…..at least not mentally anyways. I walked into my room closing the door behind me slowly and softly. I shuffled over to my bed and sat on the edge of it.

I closed my eyes and hot liquid poured from my eyes, at first it was slow then it began to speed up. My chest heaved hard as I began to sob uncontrollably; I was in so much pain emotionally…..how could my life get any worse? What did I do to deserve all of this pain? I felt like I was a bad luck magnet. My knight in shining armor turned out to be a loser who cared only about himself and was…..is too oblivious to notice how much he is hurting me.

I laid my head down on my pillow still sobbing. I pulled the covers over me to imitate the warmth and comfort of Alvin when he would wrap his arms around me to let me know everything would be ok.

To my dismay it didn't make me feel better…..it only made me feel worse knowing that Alvin wasn't there to be my rock of strength. My Alvin…..my loving husband...stolen from me by a man whom cared about no one. I hate that man…..that stupid jerk stole the best that ever happened to me, that day I lost my love to that accident.

My crying didn't slow…..it just kept speeding up….the tears were stinging my face and soaking my pillow. I began to say a silent prayer under my breath as the tears flowed all too freely.

"Dear God hear my prayer. Lord I know you know all and I know you are having me go through for a reason…but I feel like I am not strong enough or able to make it through this tough time. Give me strength to make it another day…..help me to help Alvin and please help me not want to kill him. He's put me through so much and I feel like he is shutting me out. I don't know where to turn too or what I should do. God please help my husband be strong and want to fight for me. Please don't let him give up…..on you and on me. I don't want to lose him."

After praying my crying slowed and I began to feel sleepy. Soon I was asleep….but I cried myself to sleep. This was the first of many tear filled nights that would soon follow.