Dear little sister: Perhaps we wouldn’t have thousands of dollars on our credit cards to pay off if you didn’t buy your $40+ of goddamn booze every single day.
Oh, and before you go into one of your tirades of how you “don’t party every day”, you don’t need to party to pour money down the drain, you stupid, self-absorbed twat.
My own situation resembles this on bad days. Not so much the overspending as half no2 is very hard working and frugal. But the erosion of the self when stuck in a space with a verbally incontinent person shouting the same old nonsense swears and repeated slurred sentences, well it’s just no fun at all. It makes me wish I had a lever that revealed a sound proof calm room where the rules of binge drinking no longer held sway. A reverse speak easy. A shut up easy.