My wife met me in the middle of my cocaine addiction, so she had somewhat of an idea what she was getting into. The first time I went to rehab was because she finally had enough, and gave me an ultimatum, either I stop, or she leaves. This was the reason she had enough. We both were watching TV on the couch. I got up and told her I was going to the supermarket. She thanked me for going because she was tired, as she just got home from work. When I got back from grocery shopping I went upstairs to shower. After drying myself off, I opened the door to her screaming at me. This is what she was yelling, “YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO THE SUPERMARKET, I THANKED YOU BECAUSE OUR REFRIGERATOR IS EMPTY, AND I WAS TOO TIRED TO GO! YOU CAME BACK WITH ONLY A BOX OF FUCKING STRAWS!”