He’s out drinking again. I’m sick at home with the kids. Have sent him an SMS.
Please come home at a decent hour. I don’t want you to roll up at 4am again reeked of alcohol.
Think of your kids. What if you had killed someone or yourself? And ended up in prison ? Or the morgue? Who will look after them? They need their dad. Lately you’ve disappointed me. I thought you had more sense. Now you’re just one of them drunks in denial.
I don’t mince my words. It’s who I am. I can be diplomatic when required but I can be straight to the point too.