Kathleen Petrowski

Days of Wine and Madness

Days of Wine and Madness By Kathleen Petrowski The bottom dropped out the day she finally left her husband. The tears wouldn’t stop, they were as unrelenting as his abuse. How could she love a man who was so obviously glad to get rid of her, she was nothing more to him than a burden, a responsibility, a toy for a while and then…nothing, he felt nothing and ridiculed her for feeling anything. She drove 223 miles not sure where she would sleep that night and when it got dark. She felt sort of lucky to find a motel with rooms for $39 a night. She had bought a bottle of gin and a flavored seltzer to help her wash it down so that she might drink enough to not care for the rest of the night, it worked.