She poured the 3 beers down the drain before I even started to drink. I asked her about it this morning and she admitted to it. I didn't make a fuss. I just said "well alright". Then went down in my basement and took the Xanax because if I don't get the high I need I'll make up for it. I'll probably sleep a lot for the better part of 72 hours. I did this many times before. I had less alcohol than I normally drink. Funny thing is I'd be better off if she would have just been honest and gave me the two boxes of beer. I mean what is there left? A new "beutifiul life" life to explore? Heh I think not!