Gabriel Mizrahi

A few years ago, I also discovered that he was hiding Zin from me, which led to a big fight, not just because I dislike the habit, but because he was keeping it from me by hiding it in the bathroom when he was drunk to use it.

It's kind of like snooze, right?

Oh, sounds so intense.

My Swedish friend also uses it.

It's big over there, right?

No, they're like Tootsie Rolls for grownups, huh?

He promised to be honest going forward, and I made it clear that if he ever hit it again, I'd leave.

Then, recently, we were relocated to a very small town for his job.

We're both very unhappy here.

There's little to do, no social circle, and we've both struggled to make friends.

His work stress has also ramped up significantly, and a few months ago, I had a gut feeling he was hiding the Zin again.

I searched and found multiple cans hidden around the house.

When I confronted him, he lied again before eventually admitting to it.

I was furious.

Around that time, his drinking escalated to a bottle of Johnny Walker every two days.

He promised to cut back on the drinking and try to quit Zin.

Then, a week later, I noticed that a bottle of liquor was missing a couple of shots.

When I confronted him, he lied again.

So I packed a bag, grabbed my cat, and drove 11 hours to my dad's house just to get some space.

I've been cheated on in the past, so the lies, even about quote-unquote small things, trigger deep mistrust.