A late night phone call from a very upset friend has me concerned. She’s been together with her live-in fiance for about 7 years now. He’s a nice enough fellow most of the time but he has a drinking problem and when he drinks he transforms into an ogre who insists on wanting to drive. And the ogre description is pretty accurate given that he’s 6’6″ and very muscular, but I don’t think he turns green until the next morning. He’s not hurt her physically, but he becomes verbally abusive and he has been known to throw a few inanimate objects, and then there is that whole driving issue. Because he refuses to accept that he needs help and these episodes are becoming more frequent she thinks maybe he should move out before something really bad happens (and yes, it’s her house). The crappy thing is that she knows what needs to be done, but when he’s sober and asking for another chance her love for him pretty much crumbles her resolve. She’s asked me to come up. I will go, but this is a touchy situation. I want to be there for her without meddling. Talk about a gray and murky area. I’m taking my knitting of course and A1 will ride with me as far as Spanaway where she will visit some friends from her old school.