I was called to the nursing home because my Grammy was fading quickly. He knew where I was going and why. Because I needed him, I tried for about 45 minutes to reach him on his cell. He was supposed to be at home with the dog. No luck. When I finally got home I found him passed out drunk at the bottom of a bottle of Crown Royal.

— Gabby

Aftermath: We’re divorced. I got the dog.

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