When a Man Loves a Woman Page #6

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When he was happy,

I thought I was too.

Every day I walked

in that door...

waiting to see

what shape he was in...

so I could find out

how I was gonna feel.

Now, thanks

to this programme...

I not only have

my own feelings...

but I have feelings

about my feelings.

And I am so grateful.

Anyway, thanks.

Thank you, Joanna.

All right, as you know,

we have no dues or fees...

so we're gonna continue sharing

as Bob passes the basket around.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You okay?

- Never better.

What happened?

Somethin' at A.A.?

Uh, I'll be okay.

It's just a really bad day.

You wanna tell me

what's wrong?

- Somethin' I can do?

- Thank you, but-

Can't fix it unless

we know it's broke.

How was your meeting?

First time.

I'll get used to it.

There was a lot of people there

feeling sorry for themselves.

It's like an alcoholic has ruined their lives, and they'd rather

- rather be a victim...

than try and fix it.

Fix it, huh?

What'd I do now, Alice?

Nothing, Michael.

Nothing.

I'm talking about some losers

at my meeting.

You're takin' it personally.

The trouble with all these losers

at your meeting...

is that they're not perfect

like some people.

They're married to alcoholics

who are bouncing off the walls...

and they don't know

what the f*** to do.

So you might have to be

a little tolerant...

give them the benefit of your

expertise in problem solving.

Good meeting, huh?

You guys drop acid or something?

Like I said...

I'm having

a really bad day...

and I don't mean

to take it out on you.

What is it? You want

a drink real bad?

That wouldn't distinguish it

from any other day, Michael.

- One of your friends fall off the wagon?

- Nothing happened, Michael.

Nothing has to happen for me to have a bad

day. That's the thrilling part of all this.

It just comes and hits and runs me over

like a goddam freight train.

Okay, when's the next freight train

comin' through? You got a printed schedule?

'Cause I could plan around

these things, you know, and...

give you the space so you can,

you know, smoke.

Maybe you shouldn't

have to, Michael.

One of the women at my meetings

is going to a halfway house...

because she- she's not making it

in her home environment, and I-

What?

- You're actually thinking about this.

- Oh, now wait.

Don't start jumping

to conclusions.

What?

Excuse me for taking

my life personally, Alice.

What is wrong

with our home?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

You said it. It was something.

What is it? Huh?

Is it the couch?

Is it an area rug? Or is it

possibly, Alice- Alicia- me?

- Is it me?

- It's not your problem.

No, it's not my problem!

It's just my f***ing fault!

Everything is my fault!

My sick wife is not making it in

her home environment! Why, exactly?

I mean I am not

your problem.

I am not

your problem to solve!

It was so much more fun in the old days,

wasn't it, Michael?

I'd get drunk, I'd pass out,

and you'd put me back together.

That was the best, huh?

That made you feel good.

And that's what hurts.

- Okay.

- Oh, f*** that!

F*** making it better, Michael!

It's not getting better!

I don't know how to make it better,

and I swear to God, you don't either.

Baby-

Every time you say that...

every time you look at me

like that, Michael...

I wanna come

right out of my skin.

You make me feel like

a stupid, worthless...

weak animal.

I don't know how

to try any more.

Not giving up.

Sticking together.

Isn't that what we're

supposed to be trying for?

No, Michael.

We're supposed

to try to be real.

And when you feel alone, you are

not together, and that is real.

And when you don't know,

you just don't know.

I think I could

love you again...

if you could just for once say,

"I don't know. "

I don't know.

Didn't work, did it?

I'll go pack some stuff.

- Michael, I didn't ask you to do that.

- No, Alice?

- No. No.

- No?

Come on.

Let's be real.

You're clean. You stay

hopeless and confused.

Keep polishing those skills,

and I'll take the heat...

'cause I got some needs

of my own.

When I touch someone...

I like it better when

their skin doesn't crawl.

- That's not what I meant.

- My wife hurts.

I need to say:

"What's wrong, honey?

Somethin' I can do?"

And "I love you. "

So f*** me.

Hey.

What's the matter, baby?

You guys were really loud.

Oh.

Where's Michael?

He's out.

So, are you-

Are you getting all excited

about Ashley's sleep-over?

I'm not going.

You're not going? Why?

What changed your mind?

I didn't get to be invited.

Everybody hates me.

Oh. Hey, sweetheart,

that's not possible.

Is this Ashley Barrows?

Ashley Canter?

Ashley Goodrich?

- No.

- Ashley Whipsnade?

- There is no Ashley Whipsnade.

- There is too. I can prove it.

Michael moved out.

For a while.

But I'm here,

and we're gonna be fine.

He left us?

- Don't blame him.

- But how could he leave us?

You blame me.

I messed up, baby.

But I'm fighting my way back,

so, you help me...

and don't you blame him.

Not ever.

Hey. Double trouble.

- Where have you been?

- I've been on a trip.

- Are you ready for the beach?

- Where you been?

I told 'em you were

staying with Peter.

It's only until

Mommy feels better.

Mommy feels better already.

See how well it's working?

Are you guys

getting a divorce?

Hey. Don't be silly, baby.

You guys go have

a great time.

Let's go.

Up you go.

- Bye.

- Bye.

When your day is long

And the night

The night is yours alone

And you're sure

you've had enough

Of this life

Hang on

Don't let yourself go

'Cause everybody cries

Everybody hurts

Sometimes

Sometimes

everything is wrong

Now it's time

to sing along

- When your day is night alone

- Hold on

Hold on

- If you feel like lettin' go

- Hold on

If you think

you've had too much

Of this life

Hang on

'Cause everybody hurts

Take comfort

in your friends

'Cause everybody hurts

Take comfort

in your friends

- Hi. I'm Michael.

- Hi, Michael.

I've been coming here for...

four months.

This is the first time

I've talked.

My wife is an alcoholic,

and we're separated.

And she's doing great.

She has her life, uh, back.

She seems to have her life back.

I, on the other hand,

I'm not doin' so good...

which is funny, I guess.

I miss my wife.

And I miss my daughters.

And things at work-

Basically everywhere-

I can't get

a handle on things.

Everything's loose and...

fuzzy.

I look at her now when I

drop off the kids at the house...

and I see what a wonderful job she's

doin' with the kids, and I wonder why.

That maybe she never

really needed me...

as much as I thought

she needed me.

She thinks the girls

need more watching after.

Especially Casey.

She's our youngest.

You think they're growin' up fine

on automatic pilot.

But, uh, you really have to watch them

closely because, you know, y- They just-

They're always hiding stuff,

even from themselves.

Anyway...

I like coming here.

Thank you, Michael.

Oh, you did? Really?

Well, it's, um- Yeah,

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