Seriously?

I should know by now that any feelings of stability will be immediately blasted away by some odd, random event. Not that coming home to find your husband stoned out of his gourd on prescription narcotics is random, but it is odd. Not to mention alarming.

There is not any way I can deny that something is terribly wrong with this picture, but I’m not sure what to do about it. Do nothing? I don’t think so, but do what? I wish I had even the slightest clue.