A few days ago, I had an epiphany. I figured out one reason why the señora is the way she is: she’s an alcoholic. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. She's moody, inconsistent, and forgetful. She has a bad temper, and I’ve never seen her eat anything... ever. Also, there are always beers in the fridge and beer cans in the trash. She went out last night, and came home at two. Then I heard her crack open another can of beer.
I have nothing against drinking. To each his own. I’ve known plenty of alcoholics, and I don’t hold it against them. But most of them are still nice people. That is, they don´t take it out on others, affecting their lives in a negative way. Alfonsa must be really far gone, though I think she means well. But it does sort of help me understand the enigma that I am living with right now.
This morning, Alfonsa was mean to me again. So I avoided her all day. I spent hours searching apartment listings online and visited an apartment. When I finally came home at about 9 pm, she was really nice to me, and gave me some dinner. She’s like Jekyl and Hyde.
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