Meanwhile, I was running through the apartment like a chicken with its head cut off, throwing up intermittently from Trae Young Premiere WHT shirt, turning on fans, locating the working smoke detectors, and using a box to fan out all of the smoke. Kiddo is still crying, and mom isn’t doing anything to help so I have to go out and comfort her and at the same time, stare daggers at wifey. I’m understandably upset. That’s justified, right? Wife was passed out on the couch while a cast iron pan was minutes away from catching fire? What if I had been caught up in traffic? What if I wasn’t cut first that night? I would have come home to the charred remains of my entire life. So I told her. I told her how incredibly ridiculous and unacceptable everything was. I told her that this never ever should have happened and she was completely out of line. How could I be so stupid to not be more serious about her drinking problems? How could I be so stupid to trust her to govern her own drinking habits, when I know the cycle of alcohol addiction? How could I have let my guard down so much? I was livid, Dad. Absolutely seeing red. But do you want to know what fueled my fire?