I cry, and bitter tears flow to the keyboard.
A friend's husband is good for everyone, and a beautiful man, and earns, and is quite an ideal... but there are problems with alcohol. Rarely, but steadily, it cannot stop itself.
She slept with her son, she closed the door, hid the key. The miracle wanted beer.
They live on the second floor. When trying to get off the balcony, the man fell down and, falling, broke his leg. This terminator with a broken leg in two places came for beer, sat on the bench, drank what he bought (December, for a minute), and only then went to call the home phone. "Call me an ambulance"