Glazed.

"can i go?"
The one thing which can make her face wilt,
Seeing her eyes roll, "its Andy's birthday"
Looking up from where shes sat, can see the true disappointment within her eyes,
"I've worked hard today" her blue eyes still gazing at his willing face,
Starting to see why her mood swings when the mention of this place,
He'll come back, he'll be in a winde up mood, he'll start on the ones which will retaliate,
That's me.
Tonight, someone will argue with him, someone will go to their room, and just sit there, not being able to join, because of that mood.
The music will just have to drown out the noise of his slight tipsy-ness,
Days like this i need a phone with unlimited minutes, Going to need it, if Ive learnt from the past. The young one of this family doesn't quite see it yet, he'll join in with him.
Whereas the two women, will sit, glazed face, arms folded, not paying attention to anything.
Because when he comes back hes not himself, hes the alcohol, which he consumed, hes the couple of beers which he chugged, hes the "go on one more while you wait" person.
But then again, hes much better from when he used to be, when i was younger and never really understood, and when i was in bed by the time he got back.
But now i see it all.