Your husband has cancer. You’ve been self medicating with booze for over 30 years. Your mother has dementia. You are regretting you never had more bisexual experiences. Before the cancer diagnosis, you had considered separating from your husband. You’ve openly admit that you are annoyed that your husband relies on you as his caretaker and he’s depressed. That’s a lot on your plate for sure. None of the above reasons though, give you a free pass to abuse the people in your life, because you’re so miserable and lack zero coping skills that lack a Johnny Walker label. I don’t care how sick your husband is, or how fucked up your life is, you don’t get to play victim when someone finally stands up to you and tells you off because you’re being an asshole. Abuse is abuse, and it is awe inducing that the person in your life, who was always there for you, is now suddenly branded the asshole because they refused to be screamed at by an unmedicated psychotic, who needs help. Not the bottle. It’s your own fault that they finally clapped back. Notice your circle of friends is shrinking? Stress sucks. But your friends aren’t there to be abused when they’ve helped you. Expecting them to put up with it, makes you a shitty person.