Shame

It is 8:30 in the am and I am fucking awake for the day...
I have class from 11:30 to 1pm, then I work until 8....after that, I may not go home.
I am absolutely mortified that last night at midnight, I was scurrying down a darkened street behind the bar that I was in, hiding like a prostitute.
What brought my situation to this state, where I am hiding from my husband, who used to not care WHAT I did, and now takes my words to him and tosses them to the curb.
I can NOT believe he came out looking for me, though I admit he really worried about me...
Gonna lay off drinking for a while...
Insert clear head here.